Poems by Emily Dickinson - Three Series, Complete

Emily Dickinson

Description

First published in 1890, this volume contains all three series of “Poems by Emily Dickinson”, an extensive collection of Dickinson's very best poetry. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (1830–1886) was an American poet commonly hailed as being among the most important figures in American poetry. Not much is known about her personal life, but evidence suggests that this is because she spent most of her time isolated from other people. Those who lived around her claimed that she took to wearing only white apparel and rarely left her bedroom in her later years. Despite being a prolific writer who produced a corpus of over 1,800 poems, only 10 were published during her lifetime. Her poetry was considered unusual for her time, incorporating a variety of odd features and breaking many of the conventional rules. Contents include: “First Series - I. Life, II. Love, III. Nature, IV. Time and Eternity”, “Second Series - I. Life, II. Love, III. Nature, IV. Time and Eternity”and “Third Series - I. Life, II. Love, III. Nature, IV. Time and Eternity." A fantastic collection of classic poetry not to be missed by fans and collectors of Dickinson's seminal work. Ragged Hand is proud to be republishing this collection of classic poetry now complete with an introductory excerpt by Martha Dickinson Bianchi.

Sujets

• Women Authors
• América
• General officer
• Poetry
• General
• American

Informations

• Publié par: Read Books Ltd.
• Date de parution: 20 mai 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 10
• EAN13: 9781473374546
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

POEMS BY EMILY DICKINSON
THREE SERIES, COMPLETE
Edited by Two of Her Friends
MABEL LOOMIS TODD & T. W. HIGGINSON
WITH AN INTRODUCTORY EXCERPT BY MARTHA DICKINSON BIANCHI

First published in 1890



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Contents
Emi ly Dickinson
INTRODUC TORY EXCERPT
By Martha Dicki nson Bianchi
FIRST SERIES
PREFACE
I. LIFE
SUCCESS IS COUN TED SWEETEST
OUR SHARE OF NI GHT TO BEAR,
SOUL, WILT THOU TOSS AGAIN?
'TIS SO MUCH JOY! 'TIS SO MUCH JOY!
GLEE! THE GREAT ST ORM IS OVER!
IF I CAN STOP ONE HEART FR OM BREAKING,
WITH IN MY REACH!
A WOUNDED DEER LE APS HIGHEST,
THE HEART ASKS PLE ASURE FIRST,
A PRECIOUS, MOULDERING PL EASURE 'T IS
MUCH MADNESS IS DI VINEST SENSE
I ASKED NO OTHER THING,
THE SOUL SELECTS HER OWN SOCIETY,
SOME THINGS THAT FLY THERE BE, —
I KNOW SOME LONELY HOUSES OFF THE ROAD
TO FIGHT ALOUD IS VERY BRAVE,
WHEN NIGHT IS ALMOST DONE,
READ, SWEET, HOW OT HERS STROVE,
PAIN HAS AN ELEME NT OF BLANK;
I TASTE A LIQUOR N EVER BREWED,
HE ATE AND DRANK THE PRE CIOUS WORDS,
I HAD NO TIME TO H ATE, BECAUSE
'TWAS SUCH A LITTLE, LITTLE BOAT
WHETHER MY BARK WENT DOWN AT SEA,
BELSHAZZAR HAD A LETTER, —
THE BRAIN WITHI N ITS GROOVE
II. LOVE
MINE BY THE RIGHT OF THE WHI TE ELECTION!
YOU LEFT ME, SWEET, TWO LEGACIES, —
ALTER? WHEN T HE HILLS DO.
ELYSIUM IS AS FAR AS TO
DOUBT ME, MY DI M COMPANION!
IF YOU WERE COMING IN THE FALL,
I HIDE MYSELF WITHI N MY FLOWER,
THAT I DID ALWAYS LOVE,
HAVE YOU GOT A BROOK IN YOUR L ITTLE HEART,
AS IF SOME LITTLE AR CTIC FLOWER,
MY RIVER R UNS TO THEE:
I CANNOT LI VE WITH YOU,
THERE CAME A DAY AT S UMMER'S FULL
I'M CEDED, I'VE STOPPED B EING THEIRS;
'TWAS A LONG PARTING, BUT THE TIME
I'M WIFE; I'VE FI NISHED THAT,
SHE ROSE TO HIS REQUIREM ENT, DROPPED
COME S LOWLY, EDEN!
III. NATURE
NEW FEET WITHIN M Y GARDEN GO,
PINK, SMALL, A ND PUNCTUAL,
THE MUR MUR OF A BEE
PERHAPS YOU'D LIKE TO B UY A FLOWER?
THE PEDIG REE OF HONEY
SOME KEEP THE SABBATH GOIN G TO CHURCH;
THE BEE IS NOT A FRAID OF ME,
SOME RAINBOW COMING FR OM THE FAIR!
THE GRASS SO LITTLE HAS TO DO, —
A LITTLE ROAD NOT MADE OF MAN,
A DROP FELL ON THE APPLE TREE,
A SOMETHING IN A S UMMER'S DAY,
THIS IS THE LAND THE SU NSET WASHES,
THERE IS A FLOWER THAT BEES PREFER,
LIKE TRAINS OF CARS ON TRA CKS OF PLUSH
PRESENTIMENT IS THAT LONG SHADOW ON THE LAWN
AS CHILDREN BID THE GUEST GOOD-NIGHT,
ANGELS IN THE E ARLY MORNING
SO BASHFUL WHEN I SPIED HER,
IT MAKES NO DIFFER ENCE ABROAD,
THE MOUNTAIN SAT UP ON THE PLAIN
I'LL TELL YOU HOW THE SUN ROSE, —
THE BUTTERFLY'S ASSU MPTION-GOWN,
OF ALL THE SOUNDS DESPAT CHED ABROAD,
APPARENTLY WITH NO SURPRISE
'TWAS LATER WHEN THE SUMMER WENT
THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN BIRD S COME BACK,
THE MORNS ARE MEEKER THA N THEY WERE,
THE SKY IS LOW, THE CLOU DS ARE MEAN,
I THINK THE HEMLOCK LI KES TO STAND
THERE'S A CERTAIN SLA NT OF LIGHT,
IV. TIME AND ETERNITY
ONE DIGNITY DEL AYS FOR ALL,
DELAYED TILL SHE HAD CEA SED TO KNOW,
DEPARTED TO T HE JUDGMENT,
SAFE IN THEIR ALABAST ER CHAMBERS,
ON THIS LONG STORM THE R AINBOW ROSE,
MY COCOON TIGHTENS, C OLORS TEASE,
EXULTATION IS THE GOING
LOOK BACK ON TIME WITH KINDLY EYES,
A TRAIN WENT THROUGH A BURIAL GATE,
I DIED FOR BEAUTY, BU T WAS SCARCE
HOW MANY TIMES THESE LOW FEE T STAGGERED,
I LIKE A LO OK OF AGONY,
THAT SHORT, PO TENTIAL STIR
I WENT T O THANK HER,
I'VE SEEN A DYING EYE
THE CLOUDS THEIR BACKS TO GETHER LAID,
I NEVER SAW A MOOR,
GOD PERMITS INDUST RIOUS ANGELS
TO KNOW JUST HOW HE SUFFERED WO ULD BE DEAR;
THE LAST NIGHT THA T SHE LIVED,
NOT IN THIS WORLD TO SEE HIS FACE
THE BUSTL E IN A HOUSE
I REASON, EAR TH IS SHORT,
AFRAID? OF WHOM AM I AFRAID?
THE SUN KEPT SETTING, SE TTING STILL;
TWO SWIMMERS WRESTLED ON THE SPAR
BECAUSE I COULD NOT STO P FOR DEATH,
SHE WENT AS QUIE T AS THE DEW
AT LAST TO BE IDENTIFIED!
EXCEPT TO HEAVEN, SH E IS NOUGHT;
DEATH IS A DIAL OGUE BETWEEN
IT WAS TOO L ATE FOR MAN,
WHEN I WAS SMALL, A WOMAN DIED.
THE DAISY FOLLOWS S OFT THE SUN,
NO RACK CAN TORTURE ME,
I LOST A WORLD TH E OTHER DAY.
IF I SHOULD N'T BE ALIVE
SLEEP IS SUP POSED TO BE,
I SHALL KNOW WHY, WHEN T IME IS OVER,
I NEVER LOST AS MUC H BUT TWICE,
SECOND SERIES
PREFACE
I. LIFE
I'M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?
I BRING AN UNACC USTOMED WINE
THE NEAREST DREAM RECEDES, UNREALIZED.
WE PL AY AT PASTE,
I FOUND THE PHRASE TO E VERY THOUGHT
HOPE IS THE THING W ITH FEATHERS
DARE YOU SEE A SOUL AT THE WHITE HEAT?
WHO NEVER LOST, AR E UNPREPARED
I CAN WADE GRIEF,
I NEVER HEAR THE W ORD "ESCAPE"
FOR EACH ECST ATIC INSTANT
THROUGH THE STRAIGHT PASS OF SUFFERING
I MEANT TO HAVE BUT M ODEST NEEDS,
THE THOUGHT BENEATH SO S LIGHT A FILM
THE SOUL UNTO ITSELF
SURGEONS MUST BE VERY CAREFUL
I LIKE TO SEE IT LA P THE MILES,
THE SHOW IS N OT THE SHOW,
DELIGHT BECOM ES PICTORIAL
A THOUGHT WENT UP MY MIND TO-DAY
IS HEAVEN A PHYSICIAN?
THOUGH I GET HOME HOW LAT E, HOW LATE!
A POOR TORN HEART, A TAT TERED HEART,
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN TOO GLAD, I SEE,
IT TOSSED A ND TOSSED, —
VICTORY COMES LATE,
GOD GAVE A LOAF TO EVERY BIRD,
EXPE RIMENT TO ME
MY COUNTRY NEED NOT CHAN GE HER GOWN,
FAITH IS A FI NE INVENTION
EXCEPT THE HEAVEN HAD C OME SO NEAR,
PORTRAITS ARE TO DAILY FACES
I TOOK MY POWER IN MY HAND.
A SHADY FRIEND FOR TORRID DAYS
EACH LIFE CONVERGES TO SOME CENTRE
BEFORE I GOT MY EYE PUT OUT,
TALK WITH PRUDENCE TO A BEGGAR
HE PREACHED UPON "BREADTH" TILL IT ARGUED H IM NARROW, —
GOOD NIGHT! WHICH PUT THE CANDLE OUT?
WHEN I HOP ED I FEARED,
A DEED KNOCKS FIRST AT THOUGHT,
MINE ENEMY IS GR OWING OLD, —
REMORSE IS M EMORY AWAKE,
THE BODY GROW S OUTSIDE, —
UNDUE SIGNIFICANCE A STARVING MAN ATTACHES
HEART NOT SO HE AVY AS MINE,
I MANY TIMES THOUGHT PEA CE HAD COME,
UNTO MY BOOKS SO GOOD TO TURN
THIS MERIT HATH THE WORST, —
I HAD BEEN HUNGRY AL L THE YEARS;
I G AINED IT SO,
TO LEARN THE TRANSPORT BY THE PAIN,
I YEARS HAD BEE N FROM HOME,
PRAYER IS THE LITT LE IMPLEMENT
I KNOW TH AT HE EXISTS
MUSICIANS WRESTLE EVERYWHERE:
JUST LOST WHEN I WAS SAVED!
II. LOVE
OF ALL THE SOULS THAT STAND CREATE
I HAVE ELECTED ONE.
I HAVE NO LI FE BUT THIS,
YOUR RICHES TAUGHT ME POVERTY.
I GAVE MY SELF TO HIM,
"GOING TO HIM! HAPPY LETTER ! TELL HIM —
THE WAY I READ A LET TER 'S THIS:
WILD NIGHTS! WILD NIGHTS!
THE NIGHT WAS WIDE, AND FUR NISHED SCANT
DID THE HAREBELL LOOS E HER GIRDLE
A CHARM IN VESTS A FACE
THE ROSE DID CAPER O N HER CHEEK,
IN LANDS I NEVER SA W, THEY SAY,
THE MOON IS DISTANT F ROM THE SEA,
HE PUT THE BELT AROUN D MY LIFE, —
I HELD A JEWEL I N MY FINGERS
WHAT IF I SAY I SHA LL NOT WAIT?
III. NATURE
NATURE, THE GENT LEST MOTHER,
WILL THERE REALLY B E A MORNING?
AT HALF-PAST THREE A SINGLE BIRD
THE DAY CAME SLOW, TILL F IVE O'CLOCK,
THE SUN JUST TOUCHED THE MORNING;
THE ROBI N IS THE ONE
FROM COCOON FORTH A BUTTERFLY
BEFORE YOU THOUGH T OF SPRING,
AN ALTERED LOOK ABOU T THE HILLS;
"WHOSE ARE THE LITTLE BED S," I ASKED,
PIGMY SERAPHS GONE ASTRAY,
TO HEAR AN ORIOLE SING
ONE OF THE ONES THAT MI DAS TOUCHED,
I DREADED THAT FIR ST ROBIN SO,
A ROUTE OF EVANESCENCE
THE SKIES CAN'T KEEP T HEIR SECRET!
WHO ROBBE D THE WOODS,
TWO BUTTERFLIES WENT OUT AT NOON
I STARTED EARLY, TOOK MY DOG,
ARCTURUS IS HIS O THER NAME, —
AN AWFUL TEMPEST MAS HED THE AIR,
AN EVERYWHER E OF SILVER,
A BIRD CAME DO WN THE WALK:
A NARROW FELLOW IN THE GRASS
THE MUSHROOM IS THE EL F OF PLANTS,
THERE CAME A WIND L IKE A BUGLE;
A SPIDER SE WED AT NIGHT
I KNOW A PLACE WHERE SU MMER STRIVES
THE ONE THAT COULD REPEAT TH E SUMMER DAY
THE WIND TAPPED LIKE A TIRED MAN,
NATURE RARER USES YELLOW
THE LEAVES, LIKE WOMEN, INTERCHANGE
HOW HAPPY IS THE LITTLE STONE
IT SOUNDED AS IF THE STREETS W ERE RUNNING,
THE RAT IS THE CONCI SEST TENANT.
FREQUENTLY THE WOO DS ARE PINK,
THE WIND BEGUN TO RO CK THE GRASS
SOUTH WINDS JOSTLE THEM,
WHERE SHIPS OF PURPLE GENTLY TOSS