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On this list readers will find 10 Emily Dickinson poems that touch on romantic love, as well as spiritual, and selfless love.
By Emily Dickinson. “Hope” is the thing with feathers -. That perches in the soul -. And sings the tune without the words -. And never stops - at all -. And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -. And sore must be the storm -. That could abash the little Bird. That kept so many warm -.
Here are 10 well-loved poems by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), who saw only several of the more than 1,800 published within her own lifetime.
Tracing the fight for equality and women’s rights through poetry. Amplitude and Awe: A Discussion of Emily Dickinson's "Wild Nights - Wild Nights!" and "She rose to His Requirement". Hosted by Al Filreis and featuring Michelle Taransky, Cecilia Corrigan, and Lily Applebaum.
Emily Dickinson's poems on love serve as windows into the human heart, offering profound insights and timeless reflections on this complex emotion. Through her introspective verses, she navigates the depths of love, capturing its essence in ways that resonate with readers across generations.
1886. I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the Shelf. The Sexton keeps the Key to – Putting upOur Life – His Porcelain – Like a Cup –. Discarded of the Housewife – Quaint – or Broke – A newer Sevres pleases – Old Ones crack –.
By Emily Dickinson. Because I could not stop for Death –. He kindly stopped for me –. The Carriage held but just Ourselves –. And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste. And I had put away. My labor and my leisure too, For His Civility –.
Selected Poems on Love. by Emily Dickinson. Some of the poems in this selection are from “Poems by Emily Dickinson” Series One. Source Project Guthenburg.
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson/Part 1. Boston: Little, Brown, and Company, pages 1–72. THISis my letter to the world,That never wrote to me,—The simple news that Nature told,With tender majesty. Her message is committedTo hands I cannot see;For love of her, sweet countrymen,Judge tenderly of me!
The eagerness with which the first volume of Emily Dickinson's poems has been read shows very clearly that all our alleged modern artificiality does not prevent a prompt appreciation of the qualities of directness and simplicity in approaching the greatest themes,—life and love and death.