From being the town's main topic, and being a recluse, Emily Dickinson became one of America's most famous poets writing over seven thousand poems! The unique part of her poets is the way she connected to the audience with her idealistic views. Although critics had handed their criticism to her regarding her strange punctuation format, she still had the temerity to keep on writing her poems on paper, to show her feelings! I respect her poetry for her style of reaching out to people.
Her works include:
"If I can stop on heart from breaking":
IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain
"The Soul Selects Her Society"...my favorite:
THE SOUL selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing 5
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I ’ve known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.
"I've never heard of the word escape":
I NEVER hear the word “escape”
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars,—
Only to fail again!
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?":
I ’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
These are a few of her many poems. If you want to check out her other poems, here is a link to a site with most, if not, all: http://www.bartleby.com/113/
Her works include:
"If I can stop on heart from breaking":
IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain
"The Soul Selects Her Society"...my favorite:
THE SOUL selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.
Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing 5
At her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.
I ’ve known her from an ample nation
Choose one;
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.
"I've never heard of the word escape":
I NEVER hear the word “escape”
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars,—
Only to fail again!
"I'm Nobody! Who are you?":
I ’M nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell!
They ’d banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
These are a few of her many poems. If you want to check out her other poems, here is a link to a site with most, if not, all: http://www.bartleby.com/113/
