Dickinson: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) [Hardcover]

Emily Dickinson (Author)

Book Description

Series: Everyman's Library Pocket Poets | Publication Date: November 2, 1993

The Everyman's Library Pocket Poets hardcover series is popular for its compact size and reasonable price which does not compromise content. Poems: Dickinson contains poems from The Poet's Art, The Works of Love, and Death and Resurrection, as well as an index of first lines.

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Arthur Ex To -
Only Some Spires Of Bright Green Grass
Abraham To Kill Him
Again - His Voice Is At The Door
All But Death, Can Be Adjusted
All Cirumstances Are The Frame
All Overgrown By Cunning Moss
All The Letters I Can Write
An Antiquated Tree
As If The Sea Should Part
As The Starved Maelstrom Laps The Navies
At Half-past Three A Single Bird
At Length
The Bat Is Dun, With Wrinkled Wings
Because That You Are Going
Bee! I'm Expecting You!
Bees Are Black, With Gilt Surcingles
Behind Me Dips Eternity
Behold This Little Bane
Bequest
The Bird Her Punctual Music Brings
The Birds Begun At Four O'clock
The Blunder Is To Estimate
Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup
A Burdock Clawed [or, Twitched] My Gown
The Butterfly In Honored Dust
The Butterfly Obtains
By The Sea
The Chariot
A Chilly Peace Infests The Grass
Civilization - Spurns - The Leopard!
Conjecturing A Climate
Conscious Am I In My Chamber
Could Mortal Lip Divine
Death Is A Dialogue Between
Death Is The Supple Suitor
Delight Becomes Pictorial
Departed -- To The Judgment
Don't Put Up My Thread And Needle
Drab Habitation Of Whom?
The Drop, That Wrestles In The Sea
Drowning Is Not So Pitiful
Dying
Escape
Escaping Backward To Perceive
The Fact That Earth Is Heaven
The Farthest Thunder That I Heard
A Feather From The Whippoorwill
Flowers -- Well -- If Anybody
For Death, - Or Rather
Forbidden Fruit: 3
Forever -- Is Composed Of Nows
From Cocoon Forth A Butterfly
The Gentian Has A Parched Corolla
The Goal
Good Night, Because We Must!
Had This One Day Not Been
He Found My Being -- Set It Up
He Scanned It - Staggered
He Was My Host - He Was My Guest
The Heaven Vests For Each
Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night
His Feet Are Shod With Gauze
His Little Hearse Like Figure
His Mansion In The Pool
How Lonesome The Wind Must Feel Nights
How Soft A Caterpillar Steps
I Cannot Live With You
I Cautious, Scanned My Little Life
I Dwell In Possibility
I Had No Time To Hate
I Read My Sentence Steadily
I Reckon - When I Count At All
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
I Tie My Hat -- I Crease My Shawl
I'm Nobody! Who Are You
If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing
If I Should Cease To Bring A Rose
If My Bark Sink
Immortality
In Shadow
In The Garden (1)
Indian Summer
The Infinite A Sudden Guest
It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow
It Makes No Difference Abroad
It Troubled Me As Once I Was
It Was A Quiet Seeming Day
It Was Too Late For Man
It Would Have Starved A Gnat
The Judge Is Like The Owl
Just As He Spoke It From His Hands
Just Once! Oh Least Request
Lift It - With The Feathers
Like Brooms Of Steel
Like Trains Of Cars On Tracks Of Plush
A Little Dog That Wags His Tail
A Little Madness In The Spring
A Little Over [or, East Of] Jordan
A Little Snow Was Here And There
The Long Sigh Of The Frog
The Look Of Thee, What Is It Like?
Love - Is That Later Thing Than Death
Love -- Thou Art High
The Love A Life Can Show Below
Love Reckons By Itself Alone
Make Me A Picture Of The Sun
March Is The Month Of Expectation
The Martyr Poets - Did Not Tell
Me From Myself -- To Banish
The Moon Upon Her Fluent Route
Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness
The Murmur Of A Bee
My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close
My Period Had Come For Prayer
Nature Is What We See
The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized
A Nearness To Tremendousness
Needless Fear
No Brigadier Throughout The Year
Of Course - I Prayed
On This Long Storm The Rainbow Rose
One Joy Of So Much Anguish
One Of The Ones That Midas Touched
One Sister
Pain -- Has An Element Of Blank
Papa Above
Paradise Is Of The Option
The Poets Light But Lamps
A Prison Gets To Be A Friend
A Prompt, Executive Bird Is The Jay
The Rat Is The Concisest Tenant
A Rat Surrendered Here
Returning
The Road To Paradise Is Plain
The Robin For The Crumb
Setting Sail
She Dealt Her Pretty Words Like Blades
She Dwelleth In The Ground
She Sights A Bird -- She Chuckles
She Staked Her Feathers - Gained An Arc
A Slash Of Blue
Sleeping
So Much Summer
Some Things That Fly There Be
Some, Too Fragile For Winter Winds
Somewhere Upon The General Earth
Speech Is A Symptom Of Affection
The Spider As An Artist
The Spider Holds A Silver Ball
A Spider Sewed At Night
Struck, Was I, Not Yet By Lightning
Summer Begins To Have The Look
Summer Has Two Beginnings
The Sun Kept Stooping - Stooping - Low!
Surgeons Must Be Very Careful
The Sweets Of Pillage Can Be Known
Tell All The Truth But Tell It Slant
Than Heaven More Remote
That It Will Never Come Again
That This Should Feel The Need Of Death
Their Height In Heaven Comforts Not
There Came A Day At Summer's Full
There Is A Solitude Of Space
These Are The Nights That Beetles Love
They Called Me To The Window, For
They Shut Me Up In Prose
This Is My Letter To The World
This Was A Poet - It Is That
Those Fair -- Fictitious People
Those Not Live Yet
A Throe Upon The Features
To Be Alive Is Power
To Disappear Enhances
To Hear An Oriole Sing
To Interrupt His Yellow Plan
To Pile Like Thunder To Its Close
To See The Summer Sky
To Tell The Beauty Would Decrease
To-day Or This Noon
The Trees Like Tassels -- Hit -- And Swung
'twas My One Glory
'twas Such A Little, Little Boat
Two Lengths Has Every Day
Unto My Books So Good To Turn
Upon Concluded Lives
Upon His Saddle Sprung A Bird
Victory Comes Late
Wait Till The Majesty Of Death
We -- Bee And I -- Live By The Quaffing
We Talked As Girls Do
What Is - 'paradise'
What We See We Know Somewhat
When I Was Small, A Woman Died
Who Abdicated Ambush
Who Occupies This House
'why Do I Love' You, Sir?
A Wife At Daybreak I Shall Be
A Wind That Rose
A Winged Spark Doth Soar About
With Sweetness Unabated
Within My Garden, Rides A Bird
A Word Dropped Careless On A Page
A Word Is Dead
The World Is Not Conclusion
You'll Find - It When You Try To Die
Your Thoughts Don't Have Words Every Day
-- Table of Poems from Poem Finder®

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The Everyman's Library Pocket Poets hardcover series is popular for its compact size and reasonable price which does not compromise content. Poems: Dickinson contains poems from The Poet's Art, The Works of Love, and Death and Resurrection, as well as an index of first lines.

Product Details

• Hardcover: 256 pages
• Publisher: Everyman's Library (November 2, 1993)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0679429077
• ISBN-13: 978-0679429074
• Product Dimensions: 4.4 x 0.7 x 6.6 inches
• Shipping Weight: 8.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 4.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (5 customer reviews)
• Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #340,142 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars A prism which captures the white light of reality., June 22, 2001

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This review is from: Poems (Shambhala Pocket Classics) (Paperback)

Just as a prism breaks up light into a band of colors - red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet - and their infinite gradations, so do Emily Dickinson's poems become, as it were, a prism which captures the white light of reality, a reality which as it flows through the prism of her poem explodes into a multiplicity of meanings.

It is the rich suggestiveness of her poems, a suggestiveness which generates an incredible range of meanings, that prevents us from ever being able to say (to continue the metaphor) that a given poem is 'about red' or 'about blue,' because her poems, as US critic Robert Weisbuch has observed, are in fact about everything. This is what makes her so unique, and this is why she appeals to every kind of reader, and even to children.

The present book, which has been edited by Brenda Hillman, gives us accurate texts of the poems in a 150-page selection taken from the authoritative variorum edition of Thomas H. Johnson, the well-known Dickinson scholar who worked many years to establish the correct texts.

The book is beautifully printed in two-colors on excellent paper, and in a tiny format which is perfect for the pocket. It would in fact make a very nice gift. You'd be making a gift of poetry which is one of the wonders of the world.

5 of 5 people found the following review helpful:

3.0 out of 5 stars Good Poetry in almost good editions, March 9, 2007

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This review is from: Dickinson: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) (Hardcover)

This could be one of the best editions ever to be found for Dickinson's verse, if the editors had not choosed to arrange the poems thematically, rather than chronologically, as the "Complete poems" editors did. The book is divided into three sections, each one of them related to a specific topic: the poet's art, the works of love, death and resurrection. But the numeration is different from other editions, which makes it difficult to use in class, or to discuss in a scholar environment. However, as a home book it is perfect.
Some really important poems are not included, such as "Wild nights" or "there's a certain slant of light", although the selection is quite good in general.

4 of 6 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars Why Do The Greatest Poets Write About Death?, April 26, 2006

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Katherine Graham "Katherine Graham" (Sparta, NC) - See all my reviews
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This review is from: Dickinson: Poems (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) (Hardcover)

Admittedly, I am taking a rather narrow view of America's greatest poet here. But the nub of the matter is this: poets, who have been revered historically (since Biblical times) by Kings, Queens, and the people were truly 'the celebrities' of their day. Frankly, I'd rather be in the company with the master poets than our current celebs but that's just a personal preference. The death issue is what makes most poets scale heights few can only imagine. For the poet's essential goal in any age is to trancend the world. That leads them to a vista where wisdom, courage, truth, and justice reside. Emily Dickinson's poetry as presented in this book (& the many pricelss others Amazon.com has for sale) - does just that. So be it.