Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away to the next room. I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, ...
To mark the December 10 birthday of Emily Dickinson (1830–1886), today we offer our readers an emblematic Dickinson poem: a poem about death. Reading Dickinson, we can readily feel that for every poem ...
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