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March Poems

March Poems

Poems about the month of March Each month has its share of poetic musings, and March is no exception. As children, we learn that “March comes in like a lion and goes out like...

Dickinson and Copland Poems and Music

Dickinson and Copland Poems and Music

Twelve Poems of Emily Dickinson, set to music by Aaron Copland This musical approach to Emily Dickinson may help you hear her poems anew. Performed for the recital “For love of earth and sky”...

There is no frigate like a book by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book by Emily Dickinson There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away, Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse...

Nobody poem by Emily Dickinson

Nobody poem by Emily Dickinson

I’m Nobody! Who are you? by Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary...

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death Emily Dickinson 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...

Hope by Emily Dickinson

Hope by Emily Dickinson

Hope Emily Dickinson 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...

Poetry by Emily Dickinson

Poems by Emily Dickinson Here is an index to the pages for the Emily Dickinson poems referenced in American Literature (EIL3), plus a few additional favorites. “The Soul selects her own Society” “There is...

The soul selects her own society by Emily Dickinson

The soul selects her own society by Emily Dickinson

The soul selects her own society Emily Dickinson The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s pausing At her low...