Emily Dickinson - Dickinson - The Complete Works

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Emily Dickinson is the iconic American poet. Little-known during her life, she has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two recurring topics in letters to her friends, and also explore aesthetics, society, nature and spirituality.
This meticulously edited poetry collection includes her complete poetical works, as well as her letters and the biography of this powerful author:
The Life and Legacy of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated Biography)
Poems—First Series:
Book I.—Life:
Success
Our share of night to bear
Rouge et Noir
Rouge gagne
Glee! the storm is over
If I can stop one heart from breaking
Almost
A wounded deer leaps highest
The heart asks pleasure first
In a Library
Much madness is divinest sense
I asked no other thing
Exclusion
The Secret
The Lonely House
To fight aloud is very brave
Dawn
The Book of Martyrs
The Mystery of Pain
I taste a liquor never brewed
A Book
I had no time to hate, because
Unreturning
Whether my bark went down at sea
Belshazzar had a letter
The brain within its groove
Book II.—Love:
Mine
Bequest
Alter? When the hills do
Suspense
Surrender
If you were coming in the fall
With a Flower
Proof
Have you got a brook in your little heart?
Transplanted
The Outlet
In Vain
Renunciation
Love's Baptism
Resurrection
Apocalypse
The Wife
Apotheosis
Book III.—Nature:
New feet within my garden go
May-Flower
Why?
Perhaps you 'd like to buy a flower
The pedigree of honey
A Service of Song
The bee is not afraid of me
Summer's Armies
The Grass
A little road not made of man
Summer Shower
Psalm of the Day
The Sea of Sunset
Purple Clover
The Bee
Presentiment is that long shadow
As children bid the guest good-night
Angels in the early morning
So bashful when I spied her
Two Worlds
The Mountain
A Day
The butterfly's assumption-gown
The Wind
Death and Life
'T was later when the summer went
Indian Summer
Autumn
Beclouded
The Hemlock
There's a certain slant of light
Book IV.—Time and Eternity:
One dignity delays for all
Too late
Astra Castra
Safe in their alabaster chambers
On this long storm the rainbow rose
From the Chrysalis
Setting Sail
Look back on time with kindly eyes
A train went through a burial gate
I died for beauty, but was scarce
Troubled about many things
Real
The Funeral
I went to thank her
I've seen a dying eye…
Poems—Second Series (160+ poems)
Poems—Third Series (160+ poems)
The Single Hound (140+ verses)
The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson

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That's all.

The breaking of the day

Addeth to my degree;

If any ask me how,

Artist, who drew me so,

Must tell!

IV. “Perhaps you ’d like to buy a flower”

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Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower?

But I could never sell.

If you would like to borrow

Until the daffodil

Unties her yellow bonnet

Beneath the village door,

Until the bees, from clover rows

Their hock and sherry draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,

But not an hour more!

V. “The pedigree of honey”

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The pedigree of honey

Does not concern the bee;

A clover, any time, to him

Is aristocracy.

VI. A Service of Song

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Some keep the Sabbath going to church;

I keep it staying at home,

With a bobolink for a chorister,

And an orchard for a dome.

Some keep the Sabbath in surplice;

I just wear my wings,

And instead of tolling the bell for church,

Our little sexton sings.

God preaches, — a noted clergyman, —

And the sermon is never long;

So instead of getting to heaven at last,

I'm going all along!

VII. “The bee is not afraid of me”

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The bee is not afraid of me,

I know the butterfly;

The pretty people in the woods

Receive me cordially.

The brooks laugh louder when I come,

The breezes madder play.

Wherefore, mine eyes, thy silver mists?

Wherefore, O summer's day?

VIII. Summer's Armies

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Some rainbow coming from the fair!

Some vision of the world Cashmere

I confidently see!

Or else a peacock's purple train,

Feather by feather, on the plain

Fritters itself away!

The dreamy butterflies bestir,

Lethargic pools resume the whir

Of last year's sundered tune.

From some old fortress on the sun

Baronial bees march, one by one,

In murmuring platoon!

The robins stand as thick to-day

As flakes of snow stood yesterday,

On fence and roof and twig.

The orchis binds her feather on

For her old lover, Don the Sun,

Revisiting the bog!

Without commander, countless, still,

The regiment of wood and hill

In bright detachment stand.

Behold! Whose multitudes are these?

The children of whose turbaned seas,

Or what Circassian land?

IX. The Grass

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The grass so little has to do, —

A sphere of simple green,

With only butterflies to brood,

And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes

The breezes fetch along,

And hold the sunshine in its lap

And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,

And make itself so fine, —

A duchess were too common

For such a noticing.

And even when it dies, to pass

In odors so divine,

As lowly spices gone to sleep,

Or amulets of pine.

And then to dwell in sovereign barns,

And dream the days away, —

The grass so little has to do,

I wish I were the hay!

X. "A little road not made of man"

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A little road not made of man,

Enabled of the eye,

Accessible to thill of bee,

Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,

'T is that I cannot say;

I only sigh, — no vehicle

Bears me along that way.

XI. Summer Shower

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A drop fell on the apple tree,

Another on the roof;

A half a dozen kissed the eaves,

And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,

That went to help the sea.

Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,

What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,

The birds jocoser sung;

The sunshine threw his hat away,

The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,

And bathed them in the glee;

The East put out a single flag,

And signed the fete away.

XII. Psalm of the Day

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A something in a summer's day,

As slow her flambeaux burn away,

Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer's noon, —

An azure depth, a wordless tune,

Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer's night

A something so transporting bright,

I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,

Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace

Flutter too far for me.

The wizard-fingers never rest,

The purple brook within the breast

Still chafes its narrow bed;

Still rears the East her amber flag,

Guides still the sun along the crag

His caravan of red,

Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,

But never deemed the dripping prize

Awaited their low brows;

Or bees, that thought the summer's name

Some rumor of delirium

No summer could for them;

Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred

By tropic hint, — some travelled bird

Imported to the wood;

Or wind's bright signal to the ear,

Making that homely and severe,

Contented, known, before

The heaven unexpected came,

To lives that thought their worshipping

A too presumptuous psalm.

XIII. The Sea of Sunset

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This is the land the sunset washes,

These are the banks of the Yellow Sea;

Where it rose, or whither it rushes,

These are the western mystery!

Night after night her purple traffic

Strews the landing with opal bales;

Merchantmen poise upon horizons,

Dip, and vanish with fairy sails.

XIV. Purple Clover

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There is a flower that bees prefer,

And butterflies desire;

To gain the purple democrat

The humming-birds aspire.

And whatsoever insect pass,

A honey bears away

Proportioned to his several dearth

And her capacity.

Her face is rounder than the moon,

And ruddier than the gown

Of orchis in the pasture,

Or rhododendron worn.

She doth not wait for June;

Before the world is green

Her sturdy little countenance

Against the wind is seen,

Contending with the grass,

Near kinsman to herself,

For privilege of sod and sun,

Sweet litigants for life.

And when the hills are full,

And newer fashions blow,

Doth not retract a single spice

For pang of jealousy.

Her public is the noon,

Her providence the sun,

Her progress by the bee proclaimed

In sovereign, swerveless tune.

The bravest of the host,

Surrendering the last,

Nor even of defeat aware

When cancelled by the frost.

XV. The Bee

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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush

I hear the level bee:

A jar across the flowers goes,

Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault

Their chivalry consumes,

While he, victorious, tilts away

To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,

His helmet is of gold;

His breast, a single onyx

With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,

His idleness a tune;

Oh, for a bee's experience

Of clovers and of noon!

XVI. "Presentiment is that long shadow"

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Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn

Indicative that suns go down;

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