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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Definition of Poetry

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. These are the only ways I know it.

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Without this—there is nought—

655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
A House Upon the Height

399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
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So From the Mould

66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
A Sepal, Petal, and a Thorn

19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
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Least Bee That Brew

676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
A Wind That Rose

A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
Did Our Best Moment Last

393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
Ourselves Were Wed One Summer dear

631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
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A Great Hope Fell

A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
An Everywhere of Silver

An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
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To Lose One’s Faith—Surpass

377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
In Winter in my Room

1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
My Portion is Defeat—today—

639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
May-Flower

Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
Absence disembodies—so does Death

860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—



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