This 1890 volume is an edition of Dickinson's poems, drawn from the manuscripts she left behind. It offers a selection of her short lyrics on nature, love, death, immortality and the life of the mind. The poems are brief, vivid and often surprising, with bold images and unusual rhythms. It represents the first public introduction of her work and shows why readers were quickly drawn to her.
Quotes
I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul,
Because I could not stop for Death, He kindly stopped for me;
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A death-blow is a life-blow to some Who, till they died, did not alive become; Who, had they lived, had died, but when They died, vitality begun.