Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

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  • Rookie - 538 Points Giorgio Veneto (1/6/2015 1:50:00 PM)

    The semi-antique colonial English language used by Emily causes the experienced reader to slow his pace while reading her poetry. I love her style. She is laconic and she is spiritual and feminine.

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  • Rookie - 538 Points Giorgio Veneto (1/6/2015 1:46:00 PM)

    The semi-antique colonial English language used by Emily causes the experienced reader to slow his pace while reading her poetry. I love her style. She is laconic and she is spiritual and feminine.

  • Bronze Star - 5,563 Points Eric Ericson (11/26/2014 8:07:00 AM)

    unnoticed in your day -
    behind your wall or in your garden fair -
    your bloom - unwanted -
    falling to us to enjoy

  • Rookie - 9 Points Srimayee Ganguly (10/7/2014 12:36:00 PM)

    Her language is mesmerizing, haunting, irresistibly charming- a pure genius.

  • Freshman - 1,049 Points Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:31:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

  • Rookie S B (5/5/2014 5:39:00 PM)

    classic poems! like her use of vocabulary

  • Rookie - 66 Points Elema Udofa (4/23/2014 11:19:00 PM)

    Refreshing and mind gripping, it took me on

  • Rookie Sandra Olsen (1/5/2014 1:20:00 AM)

    Emily Dickinson is singularly my favorite poetess.

  • Rookie Sandra Olsen (1/5/2014 1:19:00 AM)

    She is singularly my favorite poetess and always will be!

  • Rookie - 12 Points Selcuk Kuyucak (12/30/2013 8:24:00 PM)

    It's too long to wait for an hour
    If Love is behind it
    It's short to wait for eternity
    If Love is its reward

    This is a re-translation of E D's poem. Do you know the original?

And this of all my Hopes

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And this of all my Hopes
This, is the silent end
Bountiful colored, my Morning rose
Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem
Stepped with so gay a Foot
Never a Worm so confident
Bored at so brave a Root

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