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Emily Dickinson

Literary movement: Romantism and Scepticism | Song of myself | Emily Dickinson | Language · English; frequently makes use of Southern and black dialects of the time | Gift of the Magi. Squaring the circle. | Sister Carrie. | A firewell to Arms. The Old man and the sea. | Delta Autumn. The Bear | The Catcher in the Rye | Martian Chronicles / Farenheit 451 |


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Poems

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.

 

Dickinson's poems generally fall into three distinct periods, the works in each period having certain general characters in common.

§ Pre-1861. These are often conventional and sentimental in nature.[134] Thomas H. Johnson, who later published The Poems of Emily Dickinson, was able to date only five of Dickinson's poems before 1858.[135] Two of these are mock valentines done in an ornate and humorous style, and two others are conventional lyrics, one of which is about missing her brother Austin. The fifth poem, which begins "I have a Bird in spring", conveys her grief over the feared loss of friendship and was sent to her friend Sue Gilbert.[135]

§ 1861–1865. This was her most creative period—these poems are more vigorous and emotional. Johnson estimated that she composed 86 poems in 1861, 366 in 1862, 141 in 1863, and 174 in 1864. He also believed that this is when she fully developed her themes of life and death.[136]

§ Post-1866. It is estimated that two-thirds of the entire body of her poetry was written before this year.[136]

Dickinson left no formal statement of her aesthetic intentions and, because of the variety of her themes, her work does not fit conveniently into any one genre. She has been regarded, alongside Emerson (whose poems Dickinson admired), as a Transcendentalist.[141] However, Farr disagrees with this analysis saying that Dickinson's "relentlessly measuring mind... deflates the airy elevation of the Transcendental".[142] Apart from the major themes discussed below, Dickinson's poetry frequently uses humor, puns, irony and satire.[143]

 

Flowers and gardens.

The Master poems. addressed to "Signor", "Sir" and "Master"

Morbidity. reflect her "early and lifelong fascination" with illness, dying and death

Gospel poems. teachings of Jesus Christ and, indeed, many are addressed to him

The Undiscovered Continent.

  Dust is the only Secret -- Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his "native town."   Nobody know "his Father" -- Never was a Boy -- Hadn't any playmates, Or "Early history" --   Industrious! Laconic! Punctual! Sedate! Bold as a Brigand! Stiller than a Fleet!   Builds, like a Bird, too! Christ robs the Nest -- Robin after Robin Smuggled to Rest!   "Heaven" -- is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree -- Provided it do hopeless -- hang -- That -- "Heaven" is -- to Me! The Color, on the Cruising Cloud -- The interdicted Land -- Behind the Hill -- the House behind -- There -- Paradise -- is found! Her teasing Purples -- Afternoons -- The credulous -- decoy -- Enamored -- of the Conjuror -- That spurned us -- Yesterday! Why -- do they shut Me out of Heaven? Did I sing -- too loud? But -- I can say a little "Minor" Timid as a Bird! Wouldn't the Angels try me -- Just -- once -- more -- Just -- see -- if I troubled them -- But don't -- shut the door! Oh, if I -- were the Gentleman In the "White Robe" -- And they -- were the little Hand -- that knocked -- Could -- I -- forbid? There's been a Death, in the Opposite House, As lately as Today -- I know it, by the numb look Such Houses have -- alway -- The Neighbors rustle in and out -- The Doctor -- drives away -- A Window opens like a Pod -- Abrupt -- mechanically -- Somebody flings a Mattress out -- The Children hurry by -- They wonder if it died -- on that -- I used to -- when a Boy -- The Minister -- goes stiffly in -- As if the House were His -- And He owned all the Mourners -- now -- And little Boys -- besides -- And then the Milliner -- and the Man Of the Appalling Trade -- To take the measure of the House -- There'll be that Dark Parade -- Of Tassels -- and of Coaches -- soon -- It's easy as a Sign -- The Intuition of the News -- In just a Country Town --   Прах -- одна только Тайна, Смерть -- один лишь Секрет, О котором в его "родном городе" Сведений нет. Никто не видел "его Отца" -- Не помнил, чтоб он мог расти -- Не было у него ни друзей, Ни "Детства. Юности" -- Трудолюбивый! Бессловный! Точный! Не знавший вражды! Дерзкий, словно Разбойник! И тише воды! Сам -- как пернатый! Бог крадет гнезда -- Птицу за птицей Похищая к звездам! Мне не допрыгнуть до небес -- До яблока на древе, Которое подвесил бес, Не дотянуться -- деве. И яблоко на облаке Плывет в запретный край -- За край холма -- земли за край -- Где расположен Рай! Дразнящий пурпур полдней Погасят вечера -- Дешевый фокус показал Великий маг -- Вчера     Почему меня на небе -- Ангелы -- не слышат? Слишком громко я пою? Можно -- тише! Вот бы ангелы меня Испытали Выслушать вполне могли, Но не стали. Если б я была мужчиной -- в "Белой робе" Не было б отказа мне В этой пробе. Скоро в доме, что напротив, Кто-нибудь умрет -- По его пустому взгляду Знала наперед. И теперь -- шуршат соседи, Доктор -- укатил, Кто-то окна с грубым стуком -- Резко -- отворил, Чтобы вывесить матрасы. Дети к ним спешат -- Не на них ли кто-то умер Только час назад. Дьякон чопорный проходит -- Как хозяин -- в дом, Всеми в нем распоряжаясь И детьми -- кругом. А за ним -- портной -- и люди Самых страшных трат Мерку с дома снять явились -- Будет здесь парад Черных лент и экипажей -- Это ясно как Объявление живущим В сельских городках.

 


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