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The great writers, one piece at a time.

Emily Dickinson

Poems

446 poems · ~15 months at one per day

Brief, electric, grammatically strange — Dickinson’s three posthumous collections on life, love, nature, and eternity.

Success

Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition, So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break, agonized and clear!