Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
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The complete works in a single Barnes and Noble edition, assembled, and with an introduction, by her niece, Martha Dickinson Bianchi. There are five sections: Life, Nature, Love, Time and Eternity, and The Single Hound.
Emily Dickinson paid a tremendous price for her sensitivity to experience, living virtually her entire life as a recluse in her father's house; as she wrote: 'To live is so startling, it leaves little room for other occupations.' But what an enormous vision...
"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.
We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity."
[IV:XXVII; pg 194-195]
Emily Dickinson paid a tremendous price for her sensitivity to experience, living virtually her entire life as a recluse in her father's house; as she wrote: 'To live is so startling, it leaves little room for other occupations.' But what an enormous vision...
"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.
We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ’t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity."
[IV:XXVII; pg 194-195]