- Publisher: Dover Publications Inc.
- Format: Paperback | 64 pages
- Dimensions: 127mm x 206mm x 5mm | 45g
- Publication date: 18 March 1991
- Publication City/Country: New York
- ISBN 10: 0486264661
- ISBN 13: 9780486264660
- Edition: New edition
- Edition statement: New edition
- Sales rank: 18,212
Gernerally considered among the greatest American poets, Emily Dickinson has been read, studied and admired by generations of literature students and poetry lovers. This modestly priced new edition presents over 100 of her best-known, best-loved poems, reprinted from authoritative early editions.
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Back cover copy
The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. Generally considered among the greatest American poets, Emily Dickinson has been read, studied, and admired by generations of literature students and poetry lovers. This modestly priced edition presents over 100 of her best-known and most-loved poems, reprinted from authoritative early editions. Unflinchingly honest, psychologically penetrating, and technically adventurous, the poems include such favorites as "The Chariot," "I taste a liquor never brewed," "The Snake," "I'm nobody, who are you?" "A Book," "There's a certain slant of light," "Hope," and many more. Includes 3 selections from the Common Core State Standards Initiative.
Table of contents
A bird came down the walk A clock stopped?not the mantel'sA door just opened on a street?A drop fell on the apple treeAfter a hundred yearsA light exists in springA little road not made of man"A long, long sleep, a famous sleep"Ample make this bedA narrow fellow in the grassAn everywhere of silverA shady friend for torrid daysA thought went up my mind to-dayBecause I could not stop for DeathBefore you thought of springDeath sets a thing significantDelight becomes pictorialDeparted to the judgmentEach life converges to some centreFor each ecstatic instantGod gave a loaf to every birdGod made a little gentianGod permits industrious angels"Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him?"Good night! which put the candle out?Heaven is what I cannot reach!He fumbles at your spiritHer final summer was itHope is the thing with feathersI breathed enough to learn the trickI cannot live with you"I died for beauty, but was scarce"I dreaded that first robin so I felt a cleaving in my mindI felt a funeral in my brainIf I can stop one heart from breakingI found the phrase to every thoughtIf you were coming in the fallI had been hungry all the years"I had no time to hate, because"I heard a fly buzz when I diedI held a jewel in my fingersI know a place where summer strivesI like to see it lap the milesI lived on dread: to those who know"I'll tell you how the sun rose,?"I meant to find her when I cameI measure every grief I meetI'm nobody! Who are you?"I never hear the word "escape"I never saw a moorI stepped from plank to plankI taste a liquor never brewedIt dropped so low in my regardIt is an honorable thoughtIt's all I have to bring to-day"It's like the light,?"It struck me everyday"It was not death, for I stood up""I went to heaven,?"I years had been from homeLike trains of cars on tracks of plushMe! Come! My dazzled faceMy life closed twice before it closeMy nosegays are for captivesNature rarer uses yellow"Nature, the gentlest mother"Not in this world to see his faceOf all the souls that stand createOne need not be a chamber to be hauntedOur journey had advancedPain has an element of blankPresentiment is that long shadow on the lawnSafe in their alabaster chambers"She rose to his requirement, dropped"She sweeps with many-colored broomsSo bashful when I spied herSo proud she was to dieThe brain within its grooveThe bustle in a houseThe cricket sang"The day came so slow, till five o'clock""The dying need but little, dear,?"The heart asks pleasure first"The nearest dream recedes, unrealized"The only ghost I ever sawThe pedigree of honeyThere is no frigate like a bookThere's a certain slant of lightThere's been a death in the opposite houseThe show is not the show"The sky is low, the clouds are mean"The thought beneath so slight a filmThe wind begun to rock the grassThe wind tapped like a tired man"They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars"They say that 'time assuages'?This is my letter to the worldThis is the land the sunset washes"Tie the strings to my life, my Lord"To my quick ear the leaves conferredT was just this time last year I diedTwo butterflies went out at noonVictory comes late"We like March, his shoes are purple"We outgrow love like other thingsWe play at pasteWild nights! Wild nights!"You left me, sweet, two legacies,?"