Here you can read some of Emily Dickinson's poems that
we have discussed during the last lecture:
(156)
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life!
(202)
“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
(89)
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.”
(721)
Behind Me—dips Eternity—
Before Me—Immortality—
Myself—the Term between—
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin—
(314)
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
(156)
Surgeons must be very careful
When they take the knife!
Underneath their fine incisions
Stirs the Culprit - Life!
(202)
“Faith” is a fine invention
For Gentlemen who see!
But Microscopes are prudent
In an Emergency!
(89)
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.”
Before Me—Immortality—
Myself—the Term between—
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin—
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