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Emily Dickinson: Gedichte
10.12. 1830 Amherst (Mass.) – 15.5. 1886 Amherst; amerikanische Lyrikerin
Dickinson 97 We never know how high we areDickinson 126 The BrainDickinson 340 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain 
Dickinson 445 They shut me up in ProseDickinson LinksDickinson Literatur

Chronologische Nummerierung nach Franklin; nach dem Anfangsvers des Gedichts folgt die Nummer der Ausgabe nach Johnson sowie das (vermutliche) Entstehungsjahr
In Das Papierhaus von Carlos María Domínguez (Dickinson Das Papierhaus) kauft sich die junge Literaturdozentin Bluma Lennon in London eine Ausgabe der Gedichte von Emily Dickinson und vertieft sich darin so, dass sie an der nächsten Strassenecke von einem Auto überfahren wird.
#97 We never know how high we are – J 1176
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.
#126 The Brain – J 632
The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—

The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As Sponges—Buckets—do—

The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—
#340 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain – J 280 – 1862
  I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading—treading--till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through—
5 And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum—
Kept beating—beating—till I thought
My Mind was going numb—
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space—began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here—
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down—
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing—then—
Ein Teil des Gedichts wird in emily Sylvia Nasar: A Beautiful Mind als Motto verwendet
emily #445 They shut me up in Prose— – J 613 – 1862
Informationen zu Emily Dickinson gibt es überreichlich im Web. Selbstverständlich auch viel Material zum Gedicht #280. Oft werden ihre Gedichte nur wiedergegeben. Hier Hinweise auf eher liebvoll und detailgetreu gestaltete Seiten.
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Joyce Carol Oates: "Soul at the White Heat: The Romance of Emily Dickinson's Poetry". Critical Inquiry 13.4 (1987), S. 806-824.
Nancy Walker: "Emily Dickinson and the Self: Humor as Identity". Tulsa Studies in Women's Literature 2.1 (1983), S. 57-68.
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