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But what are Dickinson’s greatest love poems? We’ve scoured the entirety of her Complete Poems to bring you ten of her very best love lyrics. ‘“Why Do I Love” You, Sir?’
Jul 1, 2016 · 1. ‘ I’m Nobody! Who are you? ’. I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! A glorious celebration of anonymity, this poem beautifully showcases Dickinson’s individual style.
- Wild nights – Wild nights! This poem is one of Dickinson’s most famous. It is focused on sea imagery, which is used as a metaphor to depict passion and desire.
- If I can stop one heart from breaking. In this beautiful, very short poem, Dickinson’s speaker expresses a love for all human beings and a desire to help in any way that she can.
- I gave myself to him. ‘I gave myself to him’ is an atypical love poem in which the speaker outlines her feelings through unusual financial language. This choice allows Dickinson to depict what the relationship was like, how it was one thing for another, without true love between the two.
- I’m “wife” – I’ve finished that. In this poem, Dickinson explores personal themes, including those of independence, society, and womanhood. In the text, she goes into what the differences are between a woman’s life and the life of a woman who has become a wife.
- A Word Made Flesh Is Seldom (1651) A Word made Flesh is seldom. And tremblingly partook. Nor then perhaps reported. But have I not mistook. Each one of us has tasted.
- Water Makes Many Beds (1428) Water makes many Beds. For those averse to sleep – Its awful chamber open stands – Its Curtains blandly sweep – Abhorrent is the Rest.
- Summer Laid Her Simple Hat (1363) Summer laid her simple Hat. On its boundless Shelf – Unobserved – a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove.
- As the Starved Maelstrom Laps the Navies (872) As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies. As the Vulture teased. Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys. As the Tiger eased.
- “Hope” Is The Thing with Feathers
- Because I Could Not Stop For Death
- I Dreaded That First Robin
- If I Should Die
- We Grow Accustomed to The Dark
- While We Were Fearing It, It Came—
- Why Do I Love You, Sir?
- I Had No Time to Hate, Because
- If You Were Coming in The Fall
“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...
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...
I dreaded that first Robin, so, But He is mastered, now, I’m some accustomed to Him grown, He hurts a little, though— I thought if I could only live Till that first Shout got by— Not all Pianos in the Woods Had power to mangle me— I dared not meet the Daffodils— For fear their Yellow Gown Would pierce me with a fashion So foreign to my own— I wishe...
If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam— And noon should burn— As it has usual done— If Birds should build as early And Bees as bustling go— One might depart at option From enterprise below! ’Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with Daisies lie— That Commerce will continue— And Trades as br...
We grow accustomed to the Dark— When light is put away— As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp To witness her Goodbye—A Moment—We uncertain step For newness of the night— Then—fit our Vision to the Dark— And meet the Road—erect—And so of larger—Darkness— Those Evenings of the Brain— When not a Moon disclose a sign— Or Star—come out—within— The Bravest...
While we were fearing it, it came— But came with less of fear Because that fearing it so long Had almost made it fair—There is a Fitting—a Dismay— A Fitting—a Despair ’Tis harder knowing it is Due Than knowing it is Here.They Trying on the Utmost The Morning it is new Is Terribler than wearing it A whole existence through. . . . . . . . . . . .
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Grass To answer—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place. Because He knows—and Do not You— And We know not— Enough for Us The Wisdom it be so— The Lightning—never asked an Eye Wherefore it shut—when He was by— Because He knows it cannot speak— And reasons not contained— —Of Ta...
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me. . . . . . . . . . . .
If you were coming in the fall,, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, 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 Diemen’s l...
Jun 14, 2019 · To help you get started reading this singular talent, we’ve assembled this guide to 15 of the best Emily Dickinson poems — arranged roughly in the order in which they were written. Keep in mind that this chronology is a matter of scholarly conjecture — this ever-mysterious poet didn’t date her verses.
A newly reissued memoir by Emily Dickinson’s niece tries to decode the poet’s enduring mystery.
