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Discover the life and works of Emily Dickinson, a poet who withdrew from society yet wrote over 1,700 poems, focusing on themes of unrequited love and inner turmoil. Explore her famous poems like "Hope is the Thing with Feathers" and "Success Is Counted Sweetest."
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Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
Withdrew from society • Dressed in white • Published 7 poems during her life • Wrote 1,775 poems • Known for slant rhyme
Unrequited Love • Love that is impossible because of the circumstances of the lovers. • Examples?
HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM! Heart! We will forget him! You and I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me That I my thoughts may dim! Haste! lest while you're lagging I may remember him!
Hope is the Thing with Feathers • "Hope" is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soulAnd sings the tune without the wordsAnd never stops at all, • And sweetest in the gale is heard;And sore must be the stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm. • I've heard it in the chillest landAnd on the strangest sea,Yet never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.
Much Madness Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.
Analyze the following Dickinson poem. Write a well-developed paragraph discussing the speaker, figurative language, and theme. Give an overview of the poem. Success Is Counted Sweetest Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear
I Heard a Fly Buzz • I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my formWas like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. • The eyes beside had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering sureFor that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in his power. • I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me ICould make assignable,-and then There interposed a fly, • With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz, Between the light and me;And then the windows failed, and then I could not see to see.
Because I Could Not Stop for Death • Because I could not stop for Death,He kindly stopped for me;The carriage held but just ourselvesAnd Immortality. • We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put awayMy labor, and my leisure too,For his civility. • We passed the school, where children stroveAt recess, in the ring;We passed the fields of gazing grain,We passed the setting sun.
…I Could Not Stop for Death • Or rather, he passed us;The dews grew quivering and chill,For only gossamer my gown,My tippet only tulle. • We paused before a house that seemedA swelling of the ground;The roof was scarcely visible,The cornice but a mound. • Since then 'tis centuries, and yet eachFeels shorter than the dayIfirst surmised the horses' headsWere toward eternity.
Because I could not stop for Death – He kindly stopped for me -