| Title | : | Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete |
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| ISBN | : | - |
| Language | : | English |
| Format Type | : | Kindle Edition |
| Number of Pages | : | 323 |
| Publication | : | First published January 1, 1890 |
Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete Reviews
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Phew! It took me two whole months to finish this book, but it was well worth reading it. Did I love every single poem in the collection? Not really. In fact, many of them were not my cup of tea or didn't really impress me much. However, there were a few gems that stood out and touched my soul. Emily Dickinson may not be my favourite poet, but I do hope to reread this book soon.
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'A word is dead
when it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.'
Timeless, tender and emotional. Emily Dickinson's poems can be read again and again without getting tired of them. I certainly will and have found many of them soothing, others light as air and some thought-provoking and emotional. -
I read these poems via Serial Reader, which actually turned out to be a good way to make sure I really paid attention. Sometimes, if I try to read a book of poetry at a single sitting, I find that they start to just blur past me. This way, I had more concentration for each individual poem, which helped me appreciate them more. Emily Dickinson isn’t my favourite poet, and I really wanted to give her work a chance.
I did enjoy some of these poems, but for me the regularity of the poems is a downside. I do enjoy highly structured poetry at times — I love villanelles, for example! — but with a simple form and those constant rhyming couplets, it felt almost trite to me. Possibly because Dickinson’s poetry is quoted a lot, but even the ones I didn’t know at all… I don’t know, simple a/b/a/b rhyme schemes really bore me. Alas.
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Glad I took my sweet time with this one. I found some gems, while I didn't care for some of the other poems. I am also sure the meanings of some poems remain a mystery to me. Regardless, interesting.
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I may have read some Emily Dickinson when I was at uni, but certainly not since then. However, as her poetry has come up several times in other books I've read, including
Crime and Poetry and, most recently,
A Killer Crop, I took it as a sign that I should (re?)read some of it.
I loved pretty much all the "First Series". Apart from HOPE (“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -..."), I found the "Second Series" a bit repetitive, although there are some lovely poems in the Nature section. The standout in the Third Series, for me, was"A BOOK" (there is no frigate like a book to take us lands away..." Many of the other poems in this section seem more morose than the previous Series, although again, I liked the nature poems best. -
I don’t think Emily comes across best in anthology reading.
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As a person who hasn't read poetry since school forced me to, Emily Dickinson will always evoke memories of "Because I could not stop for Death/He kindly stopped for me..." thanks to English 1102. It's interesting to finally pick up a poet's compendium and see all that's been written by that person.
This collection made me think of painters and their "blue periods," since Miss Dickinson returned time and again to themes of religion, death, love, marriage and even bees. A lot of her poems are very similar, but perhaps it's just that someone decided to publish drafts along with finals; it's hard for me to tell. The Foreword mentioned that her poems were published thanks to two friends, against her wishes that her sister burn her papers upon her death. These same two friends took it upon themselves to edit her work based on the customary grammar of late 1800's New England, changing dashes into commas and correcting spellings. I'm not sure how qualitative such changes are for Dickinsonphiles, but I at least feel irked on Emily's behalf.
Is this worth checking out even if you hate poetry? As one of those people, I can say yes. I found myself contentedly wasting hours browsing random poems and finding salves for the soul. Here's a lovely little two-stanza jewel.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. -
شعرهای ایشون رو خیلی دوست دارم واقعاً :)))
فعلاً این اینجا بمونه تا من برم مجموعهی کامل شعرهاش رو که حدود هشتصد صفحهست بخونم و برگردم :دی -
My star rating by does not reflect the quality of the poetry, I‘m by no means able to judge that.
It’s a challenge book, I very seldom read poetry, so I try to broaden my horizon. I struggled, so the stars are purely personal.
I liked the rhythmic meter of the poems, in this way it totally flowed. Some poems I liked very much. With most, though, I couldn’t establish any emotional connection.
Maybe I’m too critical? In my mind, every poem contains a message from the author, a story, an emotion, etc. A (for me personally) good poem somehow clicks and I get the message. Bad poems are just rhythmic words from which I cannot derive any message. Sadly, I’m not really good at poetry, so the „clicks“ don’t come too often. -
I actually started reading these because they showed up in several of the Prey novels by john Sandford, and I have this book on my kindle for ages. I probably need to read them through a couple times, like I do with any poetry I read. I recommend them to anyone who like to examine the lyrical soul of a poet.
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Iets te veel hooi op m'n vork genomen, tegen de tijd dat ik bij deel 3 aankwam vond ik er weinig meer aan. Een aantal parels maar ook veel waar ik weinig bij voelde. Relatief veel gedichten over religie en natuur, merkte dat mijn Engelse woordenschat op die thema's niet zo groot is.
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Poems
This is the first I have read anything by Emily Dickinson and loved it. This is a great book to sit with a loved one and share which poems are each others favorites. -
Like seeing a Thestral, now that I’ve been at a deathbed, I get her.
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Dickinson's poems reminded me a bit of Mary Oliver's, or I suppose that I should say that Oliver reminds me of Dickinson. Both write quite a bit about nature and love. They also have a similar style using as few as words as possible. There were quite a few poems that I loved. Here's one for book lovers.
A Book
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book.
What liberty a loosened spirit brings! -
Three series are collected into one volume. Each series is organized into four parts: Life, Love, Nature, and Time & Eternity. The connection between these themes and the verse contained therein is generally clear, and the latter category is largely concerned with death—a popular topic for Dickinson. While Dickinson is known for being morose, her poems often manage to be both playful and dark at the same time. The best example of this odd combo of grim / playfulness may be one of her most quoted poems, The Chariot.
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 played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then ‘t is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than a day
I first surmised the horses’ heads
Were toward eternity.
Dickinson's life story is well-known, at least in broad brushstrokes. She was a 19th century poet who was introverted in the extreme, and eventually became an outright recluse. According to her own words, she didn’t take up writing poetry until she was in her 30s. This existence was facilitated by the fact that she was from a well-to-do family and had no pressing need of a husband or an income.
Dickinson’s introverted nature is touched on throughout her work, and no doubt contributes to her appeal among those similarly afflicted. The opening poem of the Second Series, another of Dickinson’s most famous, speaks to this aspect of her personality.
I’m nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there’s 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.
I enjoy Dickinson’s work, but it’s the playful nature, rather than the macabre, that appeals to me. This is accomplished by short lines, use of rhyme, or at least slant rhyme, that makes the poems melodious to the ear. I’m fond of lines such as:
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed
God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
You cannot fold a flood
And put it in a drawer,--
Because the winds would find it out,
And tell your cedar floor.
He fumbles at your spirit
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on;
He stuns you by degrees,
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.
For we must ride to the Judgement,
And it’s partly down hill.
While simple-hearted neighbors
Chat of the ‘early dead,’
We, prone to periphrasis,
Remark that birds have fled!
And if my stocking hung too high,
Would it blur the Christmas glee,
That not a Santa Claus could reach
The altitude of me?
This Kindle version is readable. A common complaint about good books, particularly those that are cheap or free, is that the Kindle formatting detracts from the reading experience. That is not the case here. There is a first line index at the back. This is useful as most of the poems don’t have titles, and Dickinson’s first lines are often attention grabbers.
I’d recommend this for poetry readers. -
Sometimes I really start feeling that all poetry is the same, some random abstractness that depends on mood and shifting styles for popularity, rather than substance and quality. And then I read Emily Dickinson and realize that, no matter the mystery that surrounds her, the darkness of her life, the style of the times or how she captured the "national mood" Emily Dickinson just wrote amazing poetry. I don't know a lot about rhyme schemes or poetical forms, all I know is that, often with as few words as possible, Emily Dickinson paints a picture or lends an insight or just talks about life in a way that really moves me. She doesn't have to talk about grand historical events, or develop characters or even have lived a life that reflects her ideals, she just has to talk to me about life, death and nature and I become a better person, a more observant, quiet and appreciative person, because that's who her poems call me to be.
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Not the best of Dickinson but still some jewels to be found in these poems, they have a beautiful lilt to them and a light that shines well beyond what some define as too pale a pallor. Her work is beautiful and so deeply engaged in nature that there's a lot of beauty, but they're not as punchy as some of her other work. She evidently took a lot of refining with her work over her life, and it does show in the difference between the earlier and later presentations. Still a gorgeous collection, and a good starter spot to get into Dickinson.
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My first finished read for November! Serial Reader was a great way to read this collection of poems since I tend to read poetry in snippets anyway. But I may have to purchase a physical copy because I found myself wanting to flip back and forth between the "pages" on numerous occasions. Emily Dickinson covered just about every lifetime experience from love to war to nature to religion and more. There's something here for everyone.
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Some of the poems were exquisite. But by and large, this is a collection of poems in praise of nature (with an odd affliction to anorexic birds).
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Sebuah ingatan kecil muncul saat aku membaca kumpulan puisi ini. Saat aku berumur 5 tahun, ada sebuah lomba membaca puisi yang diselanggarakan di kompleks rumah dalam rangka hari raya Kemerdekaan. Aku ingat, namaku dipanggil saat juara dua di umumkan, namun aku terlalu malu untuk maju ke depan. Lalu ku berfikir, apakah di saat itu, di moment yang hilang dalam ingatan itu aku mulai menyukai puisi dan literature. Tapi tentu saja ada jeda panjang yang sungguh jauh sekali sampai aku mulai kembali mengeksplorasi puisi di usia 20-an dan mulai menemukan beberapa puisi yang menenangkan hati. -Sayangnya, aku lebih mencari puisi dari luar negeri-
Ada banyak kumpulan buku puisi yang ada di lemari buku eletronik a.ka ponsel, contohnya kumpulan puisi Sylvia Plath, Mary Oliver, Walt Whitman, Robert Frost, John Keats bahkan Edgar Allan Poe, namun puisi-puisi yang menarik hatiku adalah puisi milik Mary Oliver dan Dickinson. Bukan berarti aku menyukai semua karyanya, ada beberapa yang membuatku sakit kepala tapi sebagian besar, aku meluangkan waktu lebih untuk mengulang puisi mereka dalam benak pikiran.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one life the aching, or cool any pain,
or help one fainting robin
unto his nest,
I shall not live in vain
or this one
I am nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's pair of us
Don't tell they'd advertise, you know!
Dan masih banyak lagi yang lain, Hope is the with feathers, atau I measure every grief I Meet, atau yang cukup terkenal
Because I could not stop for death,
He kindly stopped for me
The Carriage held but just Ourselves
And Immortality -
VI. HOPE
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.
Phew, this book took me months to complete! But I'm so glad I didn't stop as some of the poems are so beautifully written. As someone who doesn't have widespread experience in reading poetries, I struggled a little with understanding some of the poems, which is why it took me so long to get through the whole book.
Emily's poems speak about nature, hope, death and love. While I didn't feel any connections to some of them, I would personally say I loved and enjoyed the poems about nature and hope the most.
All things considered, some might find this book challenging to get through, especially if you're also someone who doesn't read poetry on a daily basis. There are so many poems within this book, that it might become a bit daunting and draggy to read. But if you manage to start reading and pace yourself, you'll soon discover some hidden gems and poems that you relate to and love. -
I don't know anything about poetry or Emily Dickinson, so take this all with a grain of salt.
I gather that the disorganized nature of the book is a reflection of the way her work was actually produced. A few titles here and there, but it's not even clear what the title refers to. A bunch of poems or fragments of poems, some seemingly connected by a theme, others not.
A really great way to publish these poems which are clearly in the public domain would be with an editor to help guide you around.
And Emily! What's with all the exclamation marks! Did you really live your live moving from one bang to the next?!?
As I said, I don't understand poetry. But I was always a little thrown by the structure of her work. Some of her poems are cruising along, I'm reading them out loud in mind, they have some ABAB or similar structure, with the same number of feet in and rhyming ends. Then, not, for no reason, so my internal reading voice no longer scans, and I wonder why. No Emily, those two words don't rhyme, and what's worse yet, they are close enough to be annoyingly even worse. -
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é incrível como ela torna os pensamentos dela tão pessoais em arte, eu gostei bastante de ter lido todas (aparentemente essa era a edição com todas as poesias, já que tinha quase 700 páginas), e também o fato de a maioria deles serem tão atemporais foi o que me deixou impressionado com o seu talento, além do backstory que ela só foi reconhecida muito tempo depois de ter deixado de existir. mas continua sendo um ícone.
“This world is not conclusion;
A sequel stands beyond,
Invisible, as music,
But positive, as sound.
It beckons and it baffles;
Philosophies don't know,
And through a riddle, at the last,
Sagacity must go.
To guess it puzzles scholars;
To gain it, men have shown
Contempt of generations,
And crucifixion known.” -
La increíble Emily Dickinson 🛐
Poemas tan vicerales, directos y profundos que a día de hoy siguen impactando incluso con mayor poder.
Lo leí en inglés, lo cual no fue tan buena idea al inicio ya que es el lenguaje de 1800 no el inglés actual, lo cual me generó un poco de conflicto, pero más tarde fue mucho más sencillo.
Sin duda, sus palabras me atravesaron de muchísimas maneras y cada día me enamoro mas de sus versos.
Si aún no leyeron a esta autora no se que están esperando, es impresionante. -
Ms Dickinson sure loves death.
There was *a lot* of poems in this collection. I found several of them very interesting, but many of them were just not for me. There were several times where I was about to abandon the collection, but then I suddenly stumbled across a poem that really struck with me.
My favorite poem was probably "If the foolish, call them 'flowers'", which is essentially saying that scholars should stop being aloof arrogant dicks. In a slightly nicer way. -
Dickinson is still read today for a very good reason. She is able to write in such a way that illuminates the common human conditions and emotions and ties us all together. And to be able to read her thoughts and feelings here in the 21st century feels like being able to reach back in time and touch a piece of her soul. I think it says a lot that, while reading this, I highlighted about 70 of her poems to come back to again.
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I particularly like the flow and rhythms of her poetry. I found that the poems about nature were the ones that I liked the most. particularly the ones about the seasons. I felt that one could feel the limitations her life and times put on her from the poems.
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A fantastic collection of poems around love, life, nature and death.
‘We never know we go, — when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate following behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.’
