Emily Dickinson
1830 – 1886Kamu malı20 eser
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson, Amerikalı şair. Massachusetts eyaletindeki Amherst kentinde doğdu. Babası kentin önde gelen avukatlarından ve politikacılarındandı. Dedesi de orada birkaç okul kurmuş biriydi. Kendisi de, kız kardeşi de evlenmediler ve aileleriyle birlikte yaşadılar.
Telifsiz eser (kamu malı) — biKalem arşivine eklendi.
Eserleri
A Bird came down the WalkHe did not know I saw; · He bit an angle-worm in halvesA narrow Fellow in the GrassOccasionally rides; · You may have met him,—did you not?After great pain, a formal feeling comesThe nerves sit ceremonious like tombs; · The stiff Heart questions—was it He that bore?Because I could not stop for DeathHe kindly stopped for me; · The carriage held but just ourselvesFaith is a fine inventionFor gentlemen who see; · But microscopes are prudentHope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul, · And sings the tune without the words,I died for Beauty — but was scarceAdjusted in the tomb, · When one who died for truth was lainI dwell in PossibilityA fairer house than Prose, · More numerous of windows,I felt a Funeral, in my BrainAnd mourners, to and fro, · Kept treading, treading, till it seemedI heard a Fly buzz — when I diedThe stillness round my form · Was like the stillness in the airI taste a liquor never brewedFrom tankards scooped in pearl; · Not all the vats upon the RhineI’m Nobody! Who are you?Are you nobody, too? · Then there's a pair of us—don't tell!Much Madness is divinest SenseTo a discerning eye; · Much sense the starkest madness.My life closed twice before its closeIt yet remains to see · If Immortality unveilSuccess is counted sweetestBy those who ne’er succeed. · To comprehend a nectarThe Brain — is wider than the SkyFor, put them side by side, · The one the other will includeThe Soul selects her own SocietyThen shuts the door; · On her divine majorityThere’s a certain Slant of lightOn winter afternoons, · That oppresses, like the weightThis is my letter to the WorldThat never wrote to me,— · The simple news that Nature told,Wild Nights — Wild Nights!Were I with thee, · Wild nights should be