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Emily Dickinson first sent Poem 683 as a letter to a friend in Springfield. That context surrounds the poem with mystery. With the possible exception of Edgar Allan Poe, no writer in the American literary canon has provoked as much speculation about their private life and its impact on their work as Emily Dickinson. Although she pioneered the genre of the confessional poem, with its assumption that the emotional lacerations and giddy joys of the poet make for poetry, Dickinson left no diary, nothing to clarify what has remained otherwise a tantalizingly mysterious private life. Few of her poems were ever sent out for publication—early on, her eccentric poems found little interest. Dickinson sent Poem 683 to Samuel Bowles (1826-1878), a prominent newspaper editor and influential journalist living in Springfield (about 20 miles west of Amherst. Bowles would ultimately receive more than 40 of her poems, some submitted for publication, others in letters. That correspondence invites speculation about the nature of the relationship and what Dickinson may have been saying to him in these gnomic poems).
Bowles, a frequent visitor to Amherst, was a close friend of the Dickinson family.
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A Bird, came down the Walk
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A Clock stopped—
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After great pain, a formal feeling comes
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A narrow Fellow in the Grass (1096)
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Because I Could Not Stop for Death
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"Faith" is a fine invention
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Fame Is a Fickle Food (1702)
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Hope is a strange invention
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"Hope" Is the Thing with Feathers
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I Can Wade Grief
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I Felt a Cleaving in my Mind
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I Felt a Funeral, in My Brain
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If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking
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If I should die
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If you were coming in the fall
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I heard a Fly buzz — when I died
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I'm Nobody! Who Are You?
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Much Madness is divinest Sense—
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Success Is Counted Sweetest
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Tell all the truth but tell it slant
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