Emily Dickinson was an American poet whose writing was heavily influenced by the Metaphysical poets of seventeenth-century England, as well as her reading of the Book of Revelation and her upbringing in a Puritan New England town. In addition to poetry, Dickinson had a passion for baking and botany, and became reclusive later in life. While Dickinson was extremely prolific as a poet and regularly enclosed poems in letters to friends, she was not publicly recognized during her lifetime. The first volume of these works was published in 1890, well after her death in 1886. A full compilation, The Poems of Emily Dickinson, wasn’t published until 1955, though previous iterations had been released. Dickinson has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry. 

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Emily Dickinson's poems reflect her loneliness, as well as her love of nature, the influence of the Metaphysical poets of seventeenth century England, and her strong Puritan religious beliefs. Yet, it is her use of language, form, and the deceptive simplicity of her verse that categorize her as an important force in nineteenth century American letters and, along with Walt Whitman, a founder of a distinctly American voice in modern poetry.

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Share in Dickinson's admiration of language, nature, and life and death, with The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson.

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introduction xxvii
poems.

prelude
book i.
life.
success 
“our share of the night to bear. . .” 
rouge et noir 
rouge gagne 
“glee! the great storm is over. . .” 
“if i can stop one heart from
breaking. . .” 
almost! 
“a wounded dear leaps highest. . .” 
“the heart asks pleasure first. . .” 
in a library 
“much madness is divinest sense. . .” 
“i asked no other thing. . .” 
exclusion 
the secret 
the lonely house 
“to fight aloud is very brave. . .” 
dawn 
the book of martyrs 
the mystery of pain 
“i taste a liquor never brewed. . .” 
a book 
“i had no time to hate, because. . .” 
unreturning 
“whether my bark went down at sea. . .” 
“belshazzar had a letter. . .” 
“the brain within its groove. . .” 
book ii.
love.
mine 
bequest 
“alter? when the hills do. . .” 
suspense 
surrender 
“if you were coming in the fall. . .” 
with a flower
proof 
“have you got a brook in your
little heart?” 
transplanted 
the outlet 
in vain 
renunciation 
love’s baptism 
resurrection 
apocalypse 
the wife 
apotheosis 
book iii.
nature.
“new feet within my garden go. . .” 
may-flower 
why? 
“perhaps you’d like to buy a flower. . .” 
“the pedigree of honey. . .” 
a service of song 
“the bee is not afraid of me. . .” 
summer’s armies 
the grass 
“a little road not made of man. . .” 
summer shower 
psalm of the day 
the sea of sunset 
purple clover 
the bee 
“presentiment is that long shadow on
the lawn. . .” 
“as children bid the guest good-night. . .” 
“angels in the early morning. . .” 
“so bashful when i spied her. . .” 
two worlds 
the mountain 
a day 
“the butterfly’s assumption-gown. . .” 
the wind 
death and life 
“’twas later when the summer went. . .” 
indian summer 
autumn 
beclouded 
the hemlock 
“there’s a certain slant of light. . .” 
book iv.
time and eternity.
“one dignity delays for all. . .” 
too late
astra castra 
“safe in their alabaster chambers. . .” 
“on this long storm the
rainbow rose. . .” 
from the chrysalis 
setting sail 
“look back on time with kindly eyes. . .” 
“a train went through a burial gate. . .” 
“i died for beauty, but was scarce. . .” 
troubled about many things 
real 
the funeral 
“i went to thank her. . .” 
“i’ve seen a dying eye. . .” 
refuge 
“i never saw a moor. . .” 
playmates 
“to know just how he suffered would
be dear. . .” 
“the last night that she lived. . .” 
the first lesson 
“the bustle in a house. . .”
“i reason, earth is short. . .” 
“afraid? of whom am i afraid?” 
dying 
“two swimmers wrestled on the spar. . .” 
the chariot 
“she went as quiet as the dew. . .” 
resurgam 
“except to heaven she is nought. . .” 
“death is a dialogue between. . .” 
“it was too late for man. . .” 
along the potomac 
“the daisy follows soft the sun. . .” 
emancipation 
lost 
“if i shouldn’t be alive. . .” 
“sleep is supposed to be. . .” 
“i shall know why when time is over. . .” 
“i never lost as much but twice. . .” 
poems.
“my nosegays are for captives. . .” 
book i.
life.
“i’m nobody! who are you?” 
“i bring an unaccustomed wine. . .” 
“the nearest dream recedes,
unrealized. . .” 
“we play at paste. . .”
“i found the phrase to every thought. . .” 
hope 
the white heat 
triumph 
the test 
escape 
compensation 
the martyrs 
a prayer 
“the thought beneath so slight a film. . .” 
“the soul unto itself. . .” 
“surgeons must be very careful. . .” 
the railway train 
the show 
“delight becomes pictorial. . .” 
“a thought went up my mind today. . .” 
“is heaven a physician?” 
the return 
“a poor torn heart, a tattered heart. . .” 
too much 
shipwreck 
“victory comes late. . .” 
enough 
“experiment to me. . .” 
my country’s wardrobe
“faith is fine invention. . .” 
“except the heaven had come so near. . .” 
“portraits are to daily faces. . .” 
the duel 
“a shady friend for torrid days. . .” 
the goal 
sight 
“talk with prudence to a beggar. . .” 
the preacher
“good night! which put the candle out?” 
“when i hoped i feared. . .” 
deed 
time’s lesson 
remorse 
the shelter 
“undue significance a starving
man attaches. . .” 
“hear…