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4.26 AVERAGE
4.26 AVERAGE
Oh she is good, this Emily Dickinson.
Some of my absolute favorites:
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so—
This side the Victory!
Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
And if indeed I fail,
At least, to know the worst, is sweet!
Defeat means nothing but Defeat,
No drearier, can befall!
And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be!
At first, repeat it slow!
For Heaven is a different thing,
Conjectured, and waked sudden in—
And might extinguish me!
(Happiness)
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you’re straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
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.
Some of my absolute favorites:
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw!
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so—
This side the Victory!
Life is but Life! And Death, but Death!
Bliss is, but Bliss, and Breath but Breath!
And if indeed I fail,
At least, to know the worst, is sweet!
Defeat means nothing but Defeat,
No drearier, can befall!
And if I gain! Oh Gun at Sea!
Oh Bells, that in the Steeples be!
At first, repeat it slow!
For Heaven is a different thing,
Conjectured, and waked sudden in—
And might extinguish me!
(Happiness)
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you’re straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
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.
CAWPILE rating: 8.57/10
STAR rating: ★★★★
Don't often read poetry, but I really enjoyed this.
STAR rating: ★★★★
Don't often read poetry, but I really enjoyed this.
I can't say I read all of Emily Dickinson's poems, but I have read a large number of them over the past few months and they are generally quite short and good. The only thing is that I can't figure out what to do with all of her "--" or what they mean. Is it a pause? Does it have some meaning I don't quite understand? I've tried looking it up and haven't really found a satisfactory answer. Nevertheless, if there's one single nineteenth century American poet that everyone needs to read, I'd recommend Dickinson over Whitman, although both are critical.
medium-paced
reflective
medium-paced
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1765
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It IS enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It IS enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
challenging
mysterious
reflective
relaxing
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
N/A
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
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