Emily Dickinson: Gedichte

Emily Dickinson: Gedichte
10.12. 1830 Amherst (Mass.) – 15.5. 1886 Amherst; amerikanische Lyrikerin

97 We never know how high we are –

126 The Brain –

340 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
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445 They shut me up in Prose –

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Chronologische Nummerierung nach Franklin; nach dem Anfangsvers des Gedichts folgt die Nummer der Ausgabe nach Johnson sowie das (vermutliche) Entstehungsjahr

In Das Papierhaus von Carlos María Domínguez (

Das Papierhaus) kauft sich die junge Literaturdozentin Bluma Lennon in London eine Ausgabe der Gedichte von Emily Dickinson und vertieft sich darin so, dass sie an der nächsten Strassenecke von einem Auto überfahren wird.

#97 We never know how high we are – J 1176

We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies.

The heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the cubits warp
For fear to be a king.

#126 The Brain – J 632

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—
For—put them side by side—
The one the other will contain
With ease—and You—beside—

The Brain is deeper than the sea—
For—hold them—Blue to Blue—
The one the other will absorb—
As Sponges—Buckets—do—

The Brain is just the weight of God—
For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—
And they will differ—if they do—
As Syllable from Sound—

#340 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain – J 280 – 1862

	I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading--till it seemed That Sense was breaking through—
5	And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum— Kept beating—beating—till I thought My Mind was going numb—
10	And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space—began to toll,
15	As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here—
20	And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down— And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing—then—

Ein Teil des Gedichts wird in

Sylvia Nasar: A Beautiful Mind als Motto verwendet

#445 They shut me up in Prose— – J 613 – 1862

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Informationen zu Emily Dickinson gibt es überreichlich im Web. Selbstverständlich auch viel Material zum Gedicht #280. Oft werden ihre Gedichte nur wiedergegeben. Hier Hinweise auf eher liebvoll und detailgetreu gestaltete Seiten.

Emily Dickinson

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