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Paperback The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson Book

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The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

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The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson, by Emily Dickinson, is part of the Barnes & Noble Classics series, which offers quality editions at affordable prices to the student and the general reader, including new scholarship, thoughtful design, and pages of carefully crafted extras. Here are some of the remarkable features of Barnes & Noble Classics - New introductions commissioned from today's top writers and scholars - Biographies of the authors -...

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A Great poet and a great intellectual: Beautiful words from a beautiful woman:

Emily Dickinson's expressional language of yesteryear is still the je ne sais quoi of today. The genius that comes forth from her consciousness seems rather simplistic at first, but when you truly contemplate her writing style true enlightenment develops in what I'd refer to as the dimensions of humanity. These dimensions consist of the soul (psyche,) the spirit (nous,) and the body (soma). I don't think there is anyone who could read Dickinson's poems and not have these dimensions of the self-affected. A case in point: one of her poems goes like this. 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. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. This is one of her most recited poems to date. I sometimes wonder how most people would interpret it? How I ascertain it is in this contexts. I believe it's about a bird that with a little help will be able to withstand the evening chill. On it's own, it wants to persevere no matter what the odds, but the pangs of the world rest upon its shoulders. The bottom line is that the bird needs support. This bird is the mother of baby chicks who are in disparate need of nurturing, and protection simply because the dead of night is creating trepidations in their souls. For you see, without trust there is no hope. That is why hope is a thing with feathers because the bird represents a better tomorrow. A tomorrow that will come someday. It will be a day when we can all freely trust one another. And that my friends is the definition of true freedom. The bird also is the representation of man's struggle with pride. When we (in unison) humble ourselves in all aspects of life then and only then will we be successful. GIVE A HELPING HAND to whoever needs it, and don't be arrogant, or too proud to receive help either. Those are words to live by. Here is another good poem I cited. I Gave myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way. The wealth might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this great purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love Depreciate the vision; But, till the merchant buy, Still fable, in the isles of spice, The subtle cargoes lie. At least, `t is mutual risk,-- Some found it mutual gain; Sweet debt of life,-- each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon. "A poem of unrequited love/faulty buisness transaction!" You truly can't help but love this stuff. Emily's poems will grab any reader's heart. If you are a lover of poetry then this is required reading. If these two samples of her work don't convince you to read her collection of poetry then nothing will.

A historic edition.

No "selected poems" can do justice to the complexity of Emily Dickinson's love-long labor of writing poetry. This edition has the advantages of convenience and completeness. Its historical importance is that it stopped condescending reactions to her quirky language and off-beat sensbility in their tracks.

Poetry that helps the reader see subtle beauty.

Emily Dickinson lived her life in a solitary room; a place where she found amazing insight writing letters an poems. She marks her verses with simple phrases that show the reader a vision and not its personal interpretation. In some cases she puts into words what most of us attempt to capture with our thoughts. This extraordinary skill is a mark of only the best poets, but not all can write consistently as Emily can. Despite the mellow tone of the majority of her work, Emily still captures the flavor of life without compromising its tranquility. Emily never suffers from redundant confusion and her poems reflect a love for solitary beauty.

She's not what you think!

This selection of Dickinson's work provides a good pathway into her complex poetic imagination. She is too often thought of as a light poet of birds and bees and flowers and,yet imcompatibly, her greatest subject is Death. She perplexes us with her compressed language that seems to hint at so much meaning --meaning which tantalizes and expands our own thoughts and experiences. She teaches us a lesson in knowing when to accept that something is difficult and beautiful and not completely explainable. Well, then,what is it that keeps drawing us to her over a hundred years later? Reading the 450 poems in this book (of the 1775 she wrote) will give you an idea. But you have to have a tolerance for mystery and language that asks you to decipher it. Think of her poems as tightly-packed as a walnut, with the delicious parts inside well- worth cracking the shell for. She has been called by some America's greatest poet. So, perhaps you ought to spend some time with these poems, but be prepared to have the "top of your head" lifted off!(ED's personal test of what a true poem should do to its reader.)

It is the best poetry book I have read!

Poems can express feelings that you normally can't. In this book Emily expresses Love, Life, Nature, and Time and Eternity. One of my favorite poems, in this book, is: I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody too? Then there is a pair of us -- don't tell They'd banish us you know. How dreary to be somebody! How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog. In this poem I think Emily is trying to say she is nobody. I mean, she is nobody important and if you think she is important she would like her privacy. If you think poetry is not for you, please give this book a try.
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