(1830 – 1886) Emily Dickinson. Withdrew from society Dressed in white Published 7 poems during her...

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(1830 1886) Emily Dickinson Withdrew from society Dressed in white Published 7 poems during her life Wrote 1,775 poems Known for slant rhyme Home in Amherst, Mass. If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemens land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity. But now, all ignorant of the length Of time's uncertain wing, It goads me, like the goblin bee, That will not state its sting. Unrequited Love Love that is impossible because of the circumstances of the lovers. Love that is impossible because of the circumstances of the lovers. Examples? 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 feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, "Hope" is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land And on the strangest sea, Yet never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. I've heard it in the chillest land And 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. 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 Success is counted sweetest By those who neer succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Success is counted sweetest By those who neer 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 form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry, And breaths were gathering sure For that last onset, when the king Be witnessed in his power. I willed my keepsakes, signed away What portion of me I Could 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 ourselves And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school, where children strove At 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. 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 seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. Because I could not stop for Death He kindly stopped for me -