Emily Dickinson was an American Poet

Emily Dickinson was an American Poet

Emily Dickinson is an American poet who wrote about life, love, nature and time and eternity. She was born in Amherst, Massachusetts in 1830. Except for a short time at Mont Holyoke Seminary, she lived with her parents and younger sister for most of her life. Her brother and his wife lived next door.

Her father was a state legislator and Dickinson met many people because of his position and her family’s prominence in the social community.  The poet spent most of her adult life never leaving the house, rarely even coming out of her bedroom for several years.

“Dickinson’s poetry was heavily influenced by the Metaphysical poets of seventeenth-century England, as well as her reading of the Book of Revelation and her upbringing in a Puritan New England town, which encouraged a Calvinist, orthodox, and conservative approach to Christianity.” (poets.org)

Her younger sister, Lavinia, found thousands of poems in the writer desk after her death in 1886. Those poems were first published in 1890.

IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

-Emily Dickinson

The Two Angels By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Two angels, one of Life and one of Death,
Passed o’er our village as the morning broke;
The dawn was on their faces, and beneath,
The sombre houses hearsed with plumes of smoke.

Their attitude and aspect were the same,
Alike their features and their robes of white;
But one was crowned with amaranth, as with flame,
And one with asphodels, like flakes of light.

I saw them pause on their celestial way;
Then said I, with deep fear and doubt oppressed,
“Beat not so loud, my heart, lest thou betray
The place where thy beloved are at rest!”

And he who wore the crown of asphodels,
Descending, at my door began to knock,
And my soul sank within me, as in wells
The waters sink before an earthquake’s shock.

I recognized the nameless agony,
The terror and the tremor and the pain,
That oft before had filled or haunted me,
And now returned with threefold strength again.

The door I opened to my heavenly guest,
And listened, for I thought I heard God’s voice;
And, knowing whatsoe’er he sent was best,
Dared neither to lament nor to rejoice.

Then with a smile, that filled the house with light,
“My errand is not Death, but Life,” he said;
And ere I answered, passing out of sight,
On his celestial embassy he sped.

‘T was at thy door, O friend! and not at mine,
The angel with the amaranthine wreath,
Pausing, descended, and with voice divine,
Whispered a word that had a sound like Death.

Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom,
A shadow on those features fair and thin;
And softly, from that hushed and darkened room,
Two angels issued, where but one went in.

All is of God! If he but wave his hand,
The mists collect, the rain falls thick and loud,
Till, with a smile of light on sea and land,
Lo! he looks back from the departing cloud.

Angels of Life and Death alike are his;
Without his leave they pass no threshold o’er;
Who, then, would wish or dare, believing this,
Against his messengers to shut the door?

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and educator whose works include “Paul Revere’s Ride”, The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy, and was one of the five Fireside Poets.
February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882

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Annie Easily Unraveled Poem – About Anne Sexton

Annie Easily Unraveled Poem – About Anne Sexton

Annie Easily Unraveled

Pages rubbed away from my past,

a deft yearning to pick the correct thrust . . .

it matters greatly that I assume

a proper elegance, because any lie

can be acceptable if delivered

with a respectable decorum.


And pages always swirled down

the pathways of my life; I now understand

the only control I possess means sorting and re-sorting the past, those multicolored leaves meant

to decorate the various trails through history.


How does one construct an argument

uttered so precisely it will propound

the annals of correct acts by human beings?

This remains my obsession, perhaps my undoing,

as women like me can be easily unraveled

by the pheromone desire to survive into other centuries.


So if words can be slingshotted like tiny satellites

far into the future, carrying some cryptic pictogram

of the true intentions of the human race—

all our millions of desires simplified into a few

respectable drawings on newly discovered metal

alloys – if words can truly do this for me,


than it’s worth any effort

to elegantly pick through all these pages

and try to place some distinct order

on how I want to be remembered

in the teeming with all the other aspirants.

I suspect my ledger still balances favorably,

regardless of my current understanding.

Anne Sexton (1928-1974) was an American poet known for her unadulterated chronicling of intimate and socially taboo subjects.  She won the Pulitzer in 1967 for “Love or Die,” and gave her answer to that title in 1974 with her death by her own hand. She once wrote of frequent drinking dates at the Ritz with Sylvia Plath: “Often, very often, Sylvia and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail, and in depth between the free potato chips. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of a poem.”

Anne Sexton Quotes:

Live or die, But don’t poison everything.

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets dont always hiss or muck up the day, each day.

The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that’s saying a lot.

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.

I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. Lie still with me and watch. We laugh and we touch. I promise you love. Time will not take that away.



A Ka Inside a Pyramid Poem – Ramose circa 1350 BCE

A Ka Inside a Pyramid Poem – Ramose circa 1350 BCE

My heart floats in the ibis jar on top
my brains and liver, all my organs mixed
together like a fetal mass . . . and so I am back
at the womb, a time when my interior ingredients
floated indistinguishable from my exterior.

When I gain another chance at breathing,
I think I will create a creature
whose interior thoughts are more visible
to its fellows, for I now understand
most strife between us breathing ones
comes from misread intentions.

Animals act more precise in their
communications; their bodies change colors,
emit noises and odors, and no misunderstanding
of power occurs. They rarely kill one of their own.

Human expressions failed to keep up
with the evolution of our complicated thoughts,
and skin feels too dumb to sustain much more
than pleasure or pain, while the nuances our flesh
emits seldom fathoms and never completes
until we all rest in ibis jars and wish
for more succinct creatures.

Author’s Ramose Notes:

Ramose (circa 1350 BCE), was vizier to Pharoahs Amenhotep III and his son Akhenaton. He was buried at Thebes, however the tomb that appears to have built for him shows no evidence of his use of it. Still the tomb is famous for its reliefs, such as female mourners and a tekenu. A current theory espouses the nature of a tekenu as a shroud containing spare body parts left over from the mummification process.

What is a Vizier?

The vizier was the highest official in Ancient Egypt to serve the king or pharaoh.

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history of souls second edition

history of souls by Ward Kelley.

Author, poet, and lyricist Ward Kelley is now offering a second version of "history of souls". This book offers poetry that encompasses a number of themes:

Magical realism: Literature that looks at fables, myths, and allegory in the rational world.

Reincarnation: The philosophical and/or religious concept that the soul or spirit, after death, can begin a new life in a new body to learn new experiences and gain knowledge.

Metaphysics: A traditional branch of philosophy concerned with nature of being and the world that surrounds it.

Depiction of Ramose in his tomb

The Ancient Egyptian noble, Ramose was Vizier under both Amenhotep III and Akhenaten. He was in office in the last decade of Amenhotep’s III reign and at the beginning of the reign of the latter king. Ramose appears on jar labels found in the palace of king Amenhotep III atMalkata. Here appears also the vizier Amenhotep-Huy. Both viziers are also shown side by side in the temple of Soleb. In the New Kingdom the office of the vizier was divided in a northern vizier and a southern one. It is not entirely clear whether Ramose was the southern or northern one.[1]

Ramose was born into an influential family. His father was the mayor of Memphis Heby, in office at the beginning of Amenhotep’s III reign. The brother of Ramose was the high stewardof Memphis Amenhotep (Huy).[2]

Pictures is a Depiction of Ramose in his tomb with photo by David Schmid.

Source: wikipedia.org


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About Yehuda Amichai with helpful links.

About Yehuda Amichai with helpful links.

About Yehuda Amichai

Poet Yehuda Amichai was an Israeli poet. He was married twice and had two sons and one daughter. As a young man he volunteered and fought in World War II as a member of the British Army, and in the Negev on the southern front in the Israeli War of Independence. He died of cancer in 2000, at age 76. Many people, worldwide, regarded Amichai as Israel’s greatest modern poet. He was also one of the first to write in colloquial Hebrew.

Yehuda has stated he had no set topics about which he wrote; however, he often used one historical element, one picture, and one metaphor. A reporter for the Paris Review once asked, “What is the relationship between your politics and your poetry?” Part of Amichai’s answer was “First of all, whoever reads my poetry could never arrive at fundamentalist, absolutist thinking. If someone is attracted to my poetry, he or she is attracted to all of the metaphoric background that I throw up against violence.” You can read the full interview at the Paris Review website.

Amichai’s full biography can be found at poetryfoundation.

Please enjoy these poems and quotes.


My poems are political in the deeper sense of the word. Political means to live in your time, to be a man of your time.
Yehuda Amichai


I’ve often said that all poetry is political. This is because real poems deal with a human response to reality and politics is part of reality, history in the making. Even if a poet writes about sitting in a glass house drinking tea, it reflects politics.
Yehuda Amichai


Memorial Day For The War Dead by Yehuda Amichai was also turned into music.

Memorial day for the war dead. Add now
the grief of all your losses to their grief,
even of a woman that has left you. Mix
sorrow with sorrow, like time-saving history,
which stacks holiday and sacrifice and mourning
on one day for easy, convenient memory.

Oh, sweet world soaked, like bread,
in sweet milk for the terrible toothless God.
“Behind all this some great happiness is hiding.”
No use to weep inside and to scream outside.
Behind all this perhaps some great happiness is hiding.

Memorial day. Bitter salt is dressed up
as a little girl with flowers.
The streets are cordoned off with ropes,
for the marching together of the living and the dead.
Children with a grief not their own march slowly,
like stepping over broken glass.

The flautist’s mouth will stay like that for many days.
A dead soldier swims above little heads
with the swimming movements of the dead,
with the ancient error the dead have
about the place of the living water.

A flag loses contact with reality and flies off.
A shopwindow is decorated with
dresses of beautiful women, in blue and white.
And everything in three languages:
Hebrew, Arabic, and Death.

A great and royal animal is dying
all through the night under the jasmine
tree with a constant stare at the world.

A man whose son died in the war walks in the street
like a woman with a dead embryo in her womb.
“Behind all this some great happiness is hiding.”

Behind all this, some great happiness is hiding. - Yehuda Amichai

I was a very religious child – I went to synagogue at least once, sometimes twice, a day. And I remember my religiousness as good – I think religion is good for children, especially educated children, because it allows for imagination, a whole imaginative world apart from the practical world.
Yehuda Amichai


Wildpeace by Yehuda Amichai

Not the peace of a cease-fire
not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb,
but rather as in the heart when the excitement is over
and you can talk only about a great weariness.

I know that I know how to kill, that makes me an adult.

And my son plays with a toy gun that knows
how to open and close its eyes and say Mama.

A peace
without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares,
without words, without the thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be
light, floating, like lazy white foam.

A little rest for the wounds – who speaks of healing?
(And the howl of the orphans is passed from one generation
to the next, as in a relay race:
the baton never falls.

Let it come
like wildflowers,
suddenly, because the field
must have it: wildpeace.

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Awards and Honors

Yehuda Amichai Awards and honors include:
• 1957 – Shlonsky Prize
• 1969 – Brenner Prize
• 1976 – Bialik Prize for literature (co-recipient with essayist Yeshurun Keshet)
• 1981 – Wurzburg’s Prize for Culture (Germany)
• 1982 – Israel Prize for Hebrew poetry. The prize citation read, in part: “Through his synthesis of the poetic with the everyday, Yehuda Amichai effected a revolutionary change in both the subject matter and the language of poetry.”
• 1986 – Agnon Prize
• 1994 – Malraux Prize: International Book Fair (France)
• 1994 – Literary Lion Award (New York)
• 1995 – Macedonia`s Golden Wreath Award: International Poetry Festival
• 1996 – Norwegian Bjornson Poetry Award
Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yehuda_Amichai

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