Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems

manuscript of “Wild Nights – Wild Nights!” (c. 1861)

What can I say about Emily Dickinson’s poetry? Emily says it best.
#1247:
To pile like Thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This—would be Poetry—

Or Love—the two coeval come—
We both and neither prove—
Experience either and consume—
For None see God and live—
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