Photo courtesy of the New York Times
An awesome accomplishment, here. Emily Dickinson's poetry has been made available through an online archive and quite the collaboration between different parties who own the rights to her poems. With this, we get to see her work in her own hand writing. For an article about this, via The New York Times, click here. To view the immense archive, click here.
And here are a few of my favorite Dickinson poems:
I took my power in my hand
And went against the world;
'T was not so much as David had,
But I was twice as bold.
I aimed my pebble, but myself
Was all the one that fell.
Was it Goliath was too large,
Or only I too small?
Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.
But were it told to me, to-day,
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine,—
All forests, stintless stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning's jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,—
The news would strike me dead!
So, safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun.
Prayer is the little implement
Through which men reach
Where presence is denied them
They fling their speech
By means of it in God's ear;
If then He hear,
This sums the apparatus
Comprised in prayer.
(a side note: Emily Dickinson never wrote out titles to her poems, so I have numbered them according to their order in this blog post, not the order she wrote them in)