Emily
Dickinson, in full Emily Elizabeth Dickinson,
(born December 10, 1830, Amherst, Massachusetts, U.S.—died May 15, 1886,
Amherst), American lyric poet who lived in
seclusion and commanded a singular brilliance of style and integrity of
vision. With Walt Whitman, Dickinson is widely considered to be one of the
two leading 19th-century American poets.
POEMS
SNOW FLAKES. (45)
I counted till they
danced so
Their slippers leaped
the town –
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down
–
And then they grew so
jolly
I did resign the prig –
And ten of my once
stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!
“HOPE” IS THE THING WITH
FEATHERS - (314)
“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 -
I’ve heard it in the
chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea
-
Yet - never - in
Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
A BIRD, CAME DOWN
THE WALK - (359)
A Bird, came down the
Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in
halves
And ate the fellow,
raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass
-
And then hopped sidewise
to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass -
He glanced with rapid
eyes,
That hurried all abroad
-
They looked like
frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet
Head. -
Like one in danger,
Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his
feathers,
And rowed him softer
Home -
Than Oars divide the
Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off
Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they
swim.
BANISH AIR FROM AIR - (963)
Banish Air from Air -
Divide Light if you dare
-
They'll meet
While Cubes in a Drop
Or Pellets of Shape
Fit -
Films cannot annul
Odors return whole
Force Flame
And with a Blonde push
Over your impotence
Flits Steam.
FAME IS A BEE. (1788)
Fame is a bee.
It has a song—
It has a sting—
Ah, too, it has a wing.
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