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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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Pigmy seraphs—gone astray—

138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
I Never Told the Buried Gold

11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
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
A Cloud Withdrew From the Sky

895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
My Friend Must Be a Bird

92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
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I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come

I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—

“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
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Where Thou art—that—is Home

725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
When One Has Given Up One’s Life

853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
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(204) a slash of Blue

A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
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Yesterday Is History

Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
We Grow Accustomed to the Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
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The Sweetest Heresy Received

387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
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If Recollecting Were Forgetting

33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
To Die

To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—



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