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Dickinson was a famous recluse, whose ill health and lifestyle preferences eventually led to her living in seclusion and receiving visitors through a closed door. Her poetry reflects this anti-social behavior in its isolation from the world. However, it demonstrates Dickinson’s profound kinship with nature. Dickinson’s drive to read and learn about the great outdoors is led to a concerted awareness of her role within a larger ecology on a biodiverse planet.
Dickinson wrote poetry at a time in which ideas about nature in literature were changing. Early 19th century Romantics saw nature as psychologically reflective—a place for men to roam to undergo experiences of the sublime they could use for poetry. The transcendentalists of the 1830s associated nature with divinity and dreams. For example, according to the Ralph Waldo Emerson, nature is a lot like a “remoter and inferior incarnation of God,” as well as a “projection of God in the unconscious” (Nature. Shambhala Press. 2003). As Dickinson was writing in the middle of the 19th century, the advent of Darwinism sent nature into the realm of science, which saddled it with a notion of intrinsic violence (“survival of the fittest”).
Dickinson’s poetry makes space for all of these perspectives.
By Emily Dickinson
A Bird, came down the Walk
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A Clock stopped—
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Because I Could Not Stop for Death
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"Faith" is a fine invention
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Fame Is a Fickle Food (1702)
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Hope is a strange invention
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"Hope" Is the Thing with Feathers
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I Can Wade Grief
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I Felt a Cleaving in my Mind
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I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain
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If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking
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If I should die
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If you were coming in the fall
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I heard a Fly buzz — when I died
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I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
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Much Madness is divinest Sense—
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Success Is Counted Sweetest
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Tell all the truth but tell it slant
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The Only News I Know
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There is no Frigate like a Book
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