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EMILY DICKINSON poetry IF YOU WERE COMING IN THE FALL – TEXT

 

 

 

Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the Fall

 

 

American literature – poetry

Original English Text

 

 

Emily Dickinson All the poems > here

 

 

Emily Dickinson is considered the greatest American poet. Emily Dickinson was born in 1830 in Armherst, Massachusetts –

At the age of twenty-five, Emily Dickinson decided to estrange herself from the world by retiring to a solitary life in her parents’ home. Little interested in publishing her poems, she shows a creativity as an end in itself, with no need for external opinions or notoriety. Emily Dickinson hides almost all her poems that remain secret; during his life he published only 7 texts.

Emily Dickinson died of nephritis in the same house where she was born and lived, on May 15, 1886 at the age of 55. At his death his sister Vinnie discovered in the room of Emily 1775 poems written on folded and sewn sheets with needle and thread all contained in a binder. In 1890 her sister published a first volume of poems by Emily Dickinson, followed by a long series, making Emily Dickinson and her poetic and solitary work known to the world.

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Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the Fall

 

American poetry

Original English Text

 

 

 

If you were coming in the Fall,

I’d brush the Summer by

With half a smile, and half a spurn,

As Housewives do, a Fly.

 

If I could see you in a year,

I’d wind the months in balls —

And put them each in separate Drawers,

For fear the numbers fuse —

 

If only Centuries, delayed,

I’d count them on my Hand,

Subtracting, till my fingers dropped

Into Van Dieman’s Land.

 

If certain, when this life was out —

That yours and mine, should be

I’d toss it yonder, like a Rind,

And take Eternity —

 

But, now, uncertain of the length

Of this, that is between,

It goads me, like the Goblin Bee —

That will not state — its sting.

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Emily Dickinson – If you were coming in the Fall

American poetry

Original English Text

 

 

 

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