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The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson
by Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
I have been fascinated with poetry for as long as I remember; I have always had this urge to be one of those individuals who could discuss verses and stanzas that are bustling with complexity and meanings that only someone with a profound knowledge of life would be able to discover. I never thought I had the intellectual capabilities to be one of them - hence why it took me so long to actually pick up a poetry collection, which has to be one of my deepest regrets in life. But what I don't regret (and who possibly could?) is choosing Emily Dickinson as my first ever dive into the world of poetry, and I knew that the instant I read the above poem. I fell in love - quite literally. I don't think any other poem has touched my heart and soul as much as this has, despite it being one of her more known works. The beauty of these words, weaven so intricately together, however, tell the tale of someone who was kind, genuine, empathetic; someone who knows they can't take away the world's sorrows, but would want to, if given the chance. (which is so incredibly wholesome)
Emily Dickinson's poetry is calming - soothing, in fact. You read pages upon pages and feel all your worries fade away into nothingness. I think that was the most beautiful part of my reading experience; whenever I felt distressed beyond compare, I knew I could seek refuge in her poems & find myself in eternal peace. She describes everything with such vigour and wonder that you cannot help but fall deep in the abyss of her words. Being a poetry novice, I do not know what else to say - except share another one of her poems that I truly loved; in hopes that you do too, and decide to pick up this work of art without a second thought.
A murmur in the trees to note,
Not loud enough for wind;
A star not far enough to seek,
Nor near enough to find;
A long, long yellow on the lawn,
A hubbub as of feet;
Not audible, as ours to us,
But dapperer, more sweet;
A hurrying home of little men
To houses unperceived, —
All this, and more, if I should tell,
Would never be believed.
Of robins in the trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings,
Although I heard them try!
But then I promised ne'er to tell;
How could I break my word?
So go your way and I'll go mine, —
No fear you'll miss the road.
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
I have been fascinated with poetry for as long as I remember; I have always had this urge to be one of those individuals who could discuss verses and stanzas that are bustling with complexity and meanings that only someone with a profound knowledge of life would be able to discover. I never thought I had the intellectual capabilities to be one of them - hence why it took me so long to actually pick up a poetry collection, which has to be one of my deepest regrets in life. But what I don't regret (and who possibly could?) is choosing Emily Dickinson as my first ever dive into the world of poetry, and I knew that the instant I read the above poem. I fell in love - quite literally. I don't think any other poem has touched my heart and soul as much as this has, despite it being one of her more known works. The beauty of these words, weaven so intricately together, however, tell the tale of someone who was kind, genuine, empathetic; someone who knows they can't take away the world's sorrows, but would want to, if given the chance. (which is so incredibly wholesome)
Emily Dickinson's poetry is calming - soothing, in fact. You read pages upon pages and feel all your worries fade away into nothingness. I think that was the most beautiful part of my reading experience; whenever I felt distressed beyond compare, I knew I could seek refuge in her poems & find myself in eternal peace. She describes everything with such vigour and wonder that you cannot help but fall deep in the abyss of her words. Being a poetry novice, I do not know what else to say - except share another one of her poems that I truly loved; in hopes that you do too, and decide to pick up this work of art without a second thought.
A murmur in the trees to note,
Not loud enough for wind;
A star not far enough to seek,
Nor near enough to find;
A long, long yellow on the lawn,
A hubbub as of feet;
Not audible, as ours to us,
But dapperer, more sweet;
A hurrying home of little men
To houses unperceived, —
All this, and more, if I should tell,
Would never be believed.
Of robins in the trundle bed
How many I espy
Whose nightgowns could not hide the wings,
Although I heard them try!
But then I promised ne'er to tell;
How could I break my word?
So go your way and I'll go mine, —
No fear you'll miss the road.