Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born on December 10th, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts, United States. She was an American lyric poet who lived in seclusion and commanded a singular brilliance of style and integrity of vision. Little known during her life, Emily Dickinson has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American …
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794) 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 …
XLV (Before the ice is in the pools) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. XLV (Before the ice is in the pools) Before the ice is in the pools, Before the skaters go, Or any cheek at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow,Before the fields have finished, Before the Christmas tree, Wonder upon wonder …
Because I could not stop for Death (479) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Because I could not stop for Death (479) 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 …
Come Slowly—Eden (211) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Come Slowly—Eden (211) Come slowly—Eden Lips unused to Thee— Bashful—sip thy Jessamines As the fainting Bee—Reaching late his flower Round her chamber hums— Counts his nectars— Enters—and is lost in Balms
Hope is the thing with feathers is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. Hope is the thing with feathers 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 …
To make a prairie (1755) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. To make a prairie (1755) To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
The Soul unto itself (683) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. The Soul unto itself The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend — Or the most agonizing Spy — An Enemy — could send –Secure against its own — No treason it can fear — Itself — its Sovereign — of itself The …
There is no frigate like a book is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. There is no frigate like a book There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How …
There’s a certain Slant of light (258) is a poem composed by Emily Dickinson. There’s a certain Slant of light (258) There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes –Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, …
