Precious (Emily Dickinson)

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“A long, long sleep, a famous sleep” — Emily Dickinson

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“The way hope builds his house” — Emily Dickinson (Manuscript)

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“That after Horror — that ’twas us — ” — Emily Dickinson

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I had a terror since September (Emily Dickinson)

I had a terror since September, I could tell to none; and so I sing, as the boy does by the burying ground, because I am afraid.

You inquire my books. For poets, I have Keats, and Mr. and Mrs. Browning. For prose, Mr. Ruskin, Sir Thomas Browne, and the Revelations. I went to school, but in your manner of the phrase had no education. When a little girl, I had a friend who taught me Immortality; but venturing too near, himself, he never returned. Soon after my tutor died, and for several years my lexicon was my only companion. Then I found one more, but he was not contented I be his scholar, so he left the land.

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog large as myself, that my father bought me. They are better than beings because they know, but do not tell; and the noise in the pool at noon excels my piano.

From an April 1862 letter Emily Dickinson wrote to Thomas Wentworth Higginson.

“Come slowly, Eden!” — Emily Dickinson

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The Emily Dickinson Fifty-Dollar Bill

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See more American literary icons on American money by Shannon May.

And, by the bye—

In his last novel The Last Novel, David Markson lamented a lack of—

America’s Emily Dickinson dime?

—this preceded by:

Before the Euro, the portrait of Yeats on Ireland’s twenty-pound note.

America’s Whitman twenty-dollar bill, when?

The Melville ten?

“I Am in Danger—Sir—” — Adrienne Rich

“I Am in Danger—Sir—” by Adrienne Rich

“Half-cracked” to Higginson, living,
afterward famous in garbled versions,
your hoard of dazzling scraps a battlefield,
now your old snood

mothballed at Harvard
and you in your variorum monument
equivocal to the end—
who are you?

you, woman, masculine
in single-mindedness,
for whom the word was more
than a symptom—

a condition of being.
Till the air buzzing with spoiled language
sang in your ears
of Perjury

and in your half-cracked way you chose
silence for entertainment,
chose to have it out at last
on your own premises.

Emily Dickinson — Tom Gauld

“Apparently with no surprise” — Emily Dickinson

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“Delight becomes pictorial” — Emily Dickinson

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“Did the harebell loose her girdle” — Emily Dickinson

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“One day is there of the series / Termed Thanksgiving day” — Emily Dickinson

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“One need not be a chamber to be haunted” — Emily Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson’s Handwritten Manuscript for “Because I could not stop for Death”

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From the Emily Dickinson Archive.

“I lost a world the other day” — Emily Dickinson

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“Tis so much joy!” — Emily Dickinson

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“Color — Caste — Denomination — ” — Emily Dickinson

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“The show is not the show” — Emily Dickinson

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