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MMMMMM
01-01-2004, 06:36 PM
Everyone is probably familiar with some poems by Emily Dickinson. She wrote at least 1775 poems, so perhaps I can copy a favorite or two which some of you may not have read it before.

It is also interesting that her early work was edited by another, whose opinion she respected, in an attempt to "help her" or to make her poetry more standard or accessible. Also, later versions of her poems were frequently published slightly changed from the original. What isn't very widely known is that some of her original poems used more dashes than what we may have sometimes read in books or in school. Emily used dashes as a musical device. I am fortunate to have a book which presents the original form of all 1775 of her poems. It is edited by Thomas H. Johnson and published by Back Bay Books of Little, Brown and Company.

I once wrote that I though Dickinson might be one of the greatest poets ever, to which John Cole responded that her meter was very simple--like that used in hymns. Quite true. However the dashes in the original add some peculiarities to the meter which could not be otherwise given as much flexibility. Also, I personally hold in great esteem the form of poetry called Haiku, for its concentrated gem-like qualities, and Dickinson's poetry, while not itself haiku, is incredibly good at "capturing the essence", so to speak, of many things. I think of her poetry as having a this "crystalline" quality.

Anyway, if you have read this far, you may be interested in opening my response(s) to this post which will contain a poem or two or three of Emily's which I particularly liked. I will try to copy the poem with dashes and all, and hopefully some will enjoy.

MMMMMM
01-01-2004, 06:53 PM
Well this is a famous poem but I am including it anyway;-). Lesser known Dickinson to follow in a post or two.

Also notable here, besides the abundant use of dashes, is the capitalization of many words. By the way I am comparing this original version with more commonly published versions as I copy it, and it is diferent in both tempo and even in some words. In fact the version on Bartleby.com does not even have the fourth stanza!
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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 -

Or rather - He passed Us -
The Dews drew quivering and chill -
For only Gossamer, my Gown -
My Tipper - only Tulle

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground -
The Roof was scarcely visible -
The Cornice - in the Ground -

Since then - 'tis centuries - and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward eternity -


by Emily Dickinson

MMMMMM
01-01-2004, 07:09 PM
The Day came slow - till five o’clock -
Then sprang before the Hills
Like Hindered Rubies - or the Light
A Sudden Musket spills -

The Purple could not keep the East -
The Sunrise shook abroad
Like Breadths of Topaz - packed a Night -
The Lady just unrolled -

The Happy Winds - their Timbrels took -
The Birds - in docile Rows -
Arranged themselves around their Prince
The Wind - is Prince of Those -

The Orchard sparkled like a Jew —
How mighty ’twas - to be
A Guest in this stupendous place -
The Parlor - of the Day -


by Emily Dickinson

Zeno
01-02-2004, 02:47 AM
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Emily used dashes as a musical device. I am fortunate to have a book which presents the original form of all 1775 of her poems. It is edited by Thomas H. Johnson and published by Back Bay Books of Little, Brown and Company.


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I have this same book. A surprise to some, maybe -

I haven't indulged myself of her uniqueness of late so I will add another poem for all to consider and ponder. It is poem # 652 in said book, written circa 1862 and copied faithfully from the text with all dashes and Capital words, etc. Considering how she lived her life this is an especially engaging poem.

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A Prison gets to be a friend-
Between its Ponderous face
And Ours-a Kinsmanship express-
And in its narrow Eyes-

We come to look with gratitude
For the appointed Beam
It deal us - stated as our food-
And hungered for - the same-

We learn to know the Planks-
That answer to Our feet-
So miserable a sound - at first-
Nor ever now - so sweet-

As plashing in the Pools-
When Memory was a Boy-
But a Demurer Circuit-
A Geometric Joy-

The Posture of the Key
That interrupt the Day
To Our Endeavor - Not so real
The Cheek of Liberty-

As this Phantasm Steel-
Whose features - Day and Night-
Are present to us - as Our Own-
And as escapeless - quite-

The narrow Round - the Stint-
The slow exchange of Hope-
For something passiver - Content
Too steep for looking up-

The Liberty we knew
Avoided - like a dream-
Too wide for any Night but Heaven-
If That - indeed - redeem -


by Emily Dickinson

MMMMMM
01-02-2004, 10:15 AM
Another two poems by Emily, related to her life: one heavy, one not so heavy:



I took one Draught of Life -
I'll tell you what I paid -
Precisely an existence -
The market price, they said.

They weighed me, Dust by Dust -
They balanced Film with Film,
Then handed me my being's worth -
A single Dram of Heaven!

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Some keep the Sabbath going to church -
I keep it, staying at Home -
With a Bobolink for a Chorister -
And an Orchard, for a Dome -

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice -
I just wear my Wings -
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton - sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman -
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last -
I ’m going, all along.


by Emily Dickinson