I never lost as much but twice
A little East of Jordan
Success is counted sweetest
Faith is a fine invention
Safe in their alabaster chambers
I like a look of agony
Wild nights - wild nights
Hope is the thing with feathers
There's a certain slant of light
I felt a funeral in my brain
A clock stopped
A soul selects her own society
A bird came down the walk
After great pain a formal feeling comes
Much madness is divinest sense
I heard a fly buzz when I died
I would not paint a picture
Mine by the right of the white election
The heart asks pleasure first
I reckon when I count at all
I like to see it lap the miles
They shut me up in prose
I cannot live with you
Publication is the auction
Because I could not stop for death
Remorse is memory awake
Renunciation is a piercing virtue
My life had stood a loaded gun
On a columnar self
Split the lark and you'll find the music
A narrow fellow in the grass
Further in summer than the birds
The bustle in a house
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
A route of evanescence
As imperceptibly as grief
The bible is an antique volume
Fame is a bee
Author notes
These are the titles of poems by Emily Dickinson, as listed in the Contents pages in the Norton Anthology of Poetry. pages xxvi and xxvii.
A contest entry
- a 'FOUND poem ~ free verse. "Gabriel's Dream" #60 by Lyndon.
2500 points, ended April 2, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This was fun!
Comments
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this works!
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I love this. I wasn't sure what it was until I came to the last line of the fourth stanza, which I was sure was Dickinson. Beautiful collage of her words.
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Lovely collation
but it is a manufactured poem; not a 'found' poem.
Sorry.
Lyndon of the Winklings.
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Very well written; it showed so many different things at once my mind was spinning! I loved it!
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