Emily Dickinson

1830–1886 · American

Reclusive genius of Amherst whose nearly eighteen hundred poems, mostly unpublished in her lifetime, transformed American verse. Her compressed dashes, slant rhymes, and fearless confrontation with death and immortality make her among the most original voices in the English language.

Poems by Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest

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Emily Dickinson

Poems by Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest

Ample make this Bed

Hope is the thing with feathers

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain

I taste a liquor never brewed

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church

There's a certain Slant of light

Wild Nights — Wild Nights!

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

After great pain, a formal feeling comes — (variant)

Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

I died for Beauty — but was scarce

I dwell in Possibility

I measure every Grief I meet

I started Early — Took my Dog

If you were coming in the Fall

It was not Death, for I stood up

Much Madness is divinest Sense

Pain — has an Element of Blank

The Brain — is wider than the Sky —

The Soul selects her own Society

This World is not Conclusion

This is my letter to the World

Because I could not stop for Death

I cannot live with You

My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted

Publication — is the Auction

A narrow Fellow in the Grass

The last Night that She lived

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant

There is no Frigate like a Book

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee

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