Dickinson (Emily), The Complete Poems
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=Bibliographies= | =Bibliographies= | ||
+ | * [http://old.saesfrance.org/concours/bibliographies/biblio2010/bibliographie_dickinson.pdf Bibliographie de la SAES] | ||
+ | * recommandé par [http://anglais.u-paris10.fr/spip.php?article1014 Paris X -Nanterre ] : | ||
+ | Robert Weisbuch, Emily Dickinson’s Poetry , U of Chicago P, 1972 | ||
+ | *Bibliographie de la BNF : http://www.bnf.fr/documents/biblio_agreg_en_2011_2.pdf (inspirée de la SAES). | ||
- | =Edition de référence= | + | =Ressources sur le web= |
+ | *[http://edl.byu.edu/index.php A Dickinson Glossary / Lexicon] | ||
+ | [[Category:Littérature]] | ||
+ | *[http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/amlit/dickpoems.html Guidelines on reading the poems]compiled by Washington State University. | ||
- | Poèmes au programme : | + | * [http://www.tailoredtexts.com/catalogue/author/?q=dickinson 'Dickinson'] at [http://www.tailoredtexts.com 'Tailored Texts'] - can be annotated (n.b. all annotations are public) |
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+ | =Edition de référence - Poèmes au programme = | ||
+ | Index des premiers vers du poème 303 page 143 au poème 348 page 166 et du poème 500 page 242 au poème 569 page 277 dans The Complete Poems. Londres, Faber and Faber, 1976. | ||
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- | The Soul selects her own Society – | + | 303 The Soul selects her own Society – |
- | Then – shuts the Door – | + | 304 The Day came slow – till Five o'clock – |
- | To her divine Majority – | + | 305 The difference between Despair |
- | Present no more – | + | 306 The Soul's Superior instants |
- | Unmoved – she notes the Chariots – pausing – | + | 307 The One who could repeat the Summer day – |
- | At her low Gate – | + | 308 I send Two Sunsets – |
- | Unmoved – an Emperor be kneeling | + | 309 For largest Woman's Hearth I knew – |
- | Upon her Mat – | + | 310 Give little Anguish - |
- | I've known her – from an ample nation – | + | 311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves - |
- | Choose One – | + | 312 Her - “last Poems“ - |
- | Then – close the Valves of her attention – | + | 313 I should have been too glad, I see - |
- | Like Stone -- | + | 314 Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling - |
+ | 315 He fumbles at your Soul | ||
- | 304 | + | 316 The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today – |
- | The Day came slow – till Five o'clock – | + | 317 Just so – Jesus – raps – |
- | Then sprang before the Hills | + | 318 I'll tell you how the Sun rose – |
- | Like Hindered Rubies – or the Light | + | 319 The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized – |
- | A Sudden Musket – spills – | + | 320 We play at Paste – |
+ | 321 Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, | ||
- | The Purple could not keep the East – | + | 322 There came a Day at Summer's full, |
- | The Sunrise shook abroad | + | 325 Of Tribulation, these are They, |
- | Like Breadths of Topaz – packed a Night – | + | 326 I cannot dance upon my Toes – |
- | The Lady just unrolled – | + | 327 Before I got my eye put out |
+ | 328 A Bird came down the Walk – | ||
- | The Happy Winds – their Timbrels took – | + | 329 So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem |
- | The Birds – in docile Rows | + | 330 The Juggler's Hat her Country is – |
- | Arranged themselves around their Prince | + | 331 While Asters – |
- | The Wind – is Prince of Those – | + | 332 There are two Ripenings – one – of sight – |
+ | 333 The Grass so little has to do – | ||
- | The Orchard sparkled like a Jew – | + | 334 All the letters I can write |
- | How mighty 'twas – to be | + | 335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so – |
- | A Guest in this stupendous place – | + | 336 The face I carry with me – last – |
- | The Parlor – of the Day -- | + | 337 I know a place where Summer strives |
+ | 338 I know that He exists. | ||
- | 305 | + | 339 I tend my flowers for thee – |
- | The difference between Despair | ||
- | And Fear – is like the One | + | 340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, |
- | Between the instant of a Wreck – | ||
- | And when the Wreck has been – | + | 341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes – |
- | The Mind is smooth – no Motion – | + | 342 It will be Summer – eventually. |
- | Contented as the Eye | ||
- | Upon the Forehead of a Bust – | + | 343 My Reward for Being, was This. |
- | That knows – it cannot see – | ||
+ | 344 'Twas the old – road – through pain – | ||
- | 306 | + | 345 Funny – to be a Century – |
- | The Soul's Superior instants | + | 346 Not probable – The barest Chance – |
- | Occur to Her – alone – | + | 347 When Night is almost done – |
- | When friend – and Earth's occasion | + | 348 I dreaded that first Robin, so, |
- | Have infinite withdrawn – | + | 500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird |
+ | 501 This World is not Conclusion. | ||
- | Or She – Herself – ascended | + | 502 At least – to pray – is left – is left – |
- | To too remote a Height | ||
- | For lower Recognition | + | 503 Better – than Music! For I – who heard it – |
- | Than Her Omnipotent – | ||
+ | 504 You know that Portrait in the Moon – | ||
- | This Mortal Abolition | ||
- | Is seldom – but as fair | + | 505 I would not paint – a picture – |
- | As Apparition – subject | ||
- | To Autocratic Air – | + | 506 He touched me, so I live to know |
+ | 507 She sights a Bird – she chuckles – | ||
- | Eternity's disclosure | + | 508 I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs – |
- | To favorites – a few – | ||
- | Of the Colossal substance | + | 509 If anybody's friend be dead |
- | Of Immortality | ||
+ | 510 It was not Death, for I stood up, | ||
- | 307 | + | 511 If you were coming in the Fall, |
- | The One who could repeat the Summer day – | ||
- | Were greater than itself – though | + | 512 The Soul has Bandaged moments – |
- | He Minutest of Mankind should be – | + | 513 Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, |
- | And He – could reproduce the Sun – | + | 514 Her smile was shaped like other smiles – |
- | At period of going down – | ||
- | The Lingering – and the Stain – I mean – | + | 515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit – |
- | When Orient have been outgrown | + | 516 Beauty – be not caused – It Is – |
- | And Occident – become Unknown – | ||
- | His Name – remain -- | ||
+ | 517 He parts Himself – like Leaves – | ||
- | 308 | + | 518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night |
- | I send Two Sunsets – | + | |
- | Day and I – in competition ran – | ||
- | I finished Two – and several Stars – | + | 519 'Twas warm – at first – like Us – |
- | While He – was making One – | + | 520 I started Early - Took my Dog - |
+ | 521 Endow the Living – with the Tears – | ||
- | His own was ampler – but as I | + | 522 Had I presumed to hope – |
- | Was saying to a friend – | ||
- | Mine – is the more convenient | + | 523 Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered |
- | To Carry in the Hand -- | + | 524 Departed – to the Judgment – |
+ | 525 I think the Hemlock likes to stand | ||
- | 309 | + | 526 To hear an Oriole sing |
- | For largest Woman's Hearth I knew – | ||
- | 'Tis little I can do – | + | 527 To put this World down, like a Bundle – |
- | And yet the largest Woman's Heart | + | 528 Mine – by the Right of the White Election! |
- | Could hold an Arrow – too – | + | 529 I'm sorry for the Dead – Today – |
- | And so, instructed by my own, | + | 530 You cannot put a Fire out – |
- | I tenderer, turn Me to. | + | 531 We dream – it is good we are dreaming – |
+ | 532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing | ||
+ | 533 Two butterflies went out at Noon – | ||
+ | 534 We see – Comparatively – | ||
- | 310 | + | 535 She's happy, with a new Content – |
- | Give little Anguish - | ||
- | Lives will fret - | + | 536 The Heart asks Pleasure – first – |
- | Give Avalanches - | ||
- | And they'll slant - | + | 537 Me prove it now – Whoever doubt |
- | Straighten – look cautious for their Breath - | ||
- | But make no syllable – like Death - | ||
- | Who only shows his Marble Disc - | + | 538 'Tis true – They shut me in the Cold – |
- | Sublimer sort – than Speech - | ||
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- | 1924 | + | 539 The Province of the Saved |
+ | 540 I took my Power in my Hand – | ||
- | 311 | + | 541 Some such Butterfly be seen |
- | It sifts from Leaden Sieves - | + | 542 I had no Cause to be awake – |
- | It powders all the Wood. | ||
- | It fills with Alabaster Wool | + | 543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech – |
- | The Wrinkles of the Road - | + | 544 The Martyr Poets – did not tell – |
+ | 545 'Tis One by One – the Father counts – | ||
- | It makes an Even Face | + | 546 To fill a Gap |
- | Of Mountain, and of Plain - | + | 547 I've seen a Dying Eye |
- | Unbroken Forehead from the East | + | 548 Death is potential to that Man |
- | Unto the East again - | + | 549 That I did always love |
+ | 550 I cross till I am weary | ||
- | It reaches to the Fence | + | 551 There is a Shame of Nobleness – |
- | It wraps it Rail by Rail - | + | 552 An ignorance a Sunset |
- | Till it is lost in Fleeces - | + | 553 One Crucifixion is recorded – only – |
- | It deals Celestial Vail | + | 554 |
+ | The Black Berry – wears a Thorn in his side – | ||
- | To Stump, and Stack - and Stem - | ||
- | A Summer's empty Room - | + | 555 Trust in the Unexpected – |
- | Acres of Joints, where Harvests were, | ||
- | Recordless, but for them - | + | 556 The Brain, within its Groove |
+ | 557 She hideth Her the last – | ||
- | It Ruffles Wrists of Posts | ||
- | As Ankles of a Queen - | + | 558 But little Carmine hath her face – |
- | Then stills its Artisans - like Ghosts - | + | 559 It knew no Medicine – |
- | Denying they have been - | ||
- | c.1862 | + | 560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation – |
- | 1891 | ||
+ | 561 I measure every Grief I meet | ||
+ | 562 Conjecturing a Climate | ||
- | 312 | + | 563 I could not prove the Years had feet – |
- | Her - “last Poems“ - | + | 564 My period had come for Prayer – |
- | Poets – ended - | + | 565 One Anguish – in a Crowd – |
- | Silver – perished – with her Tongue - | ||
- | Not on Record – bubbled other, | + | 566 A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink – |
- | Flute – or Woman - | ||
- | So divine - | + | 567 He gave away his Life – |
- | Not unto its Summer – Morning | ||
- | Robin – uttered Half the Tune - | + | 568 We learned the Whole of Love – |
- | Gushed too free for the Adoring - | ||
- | From the Anglo-Florentine - | + | 569 I reckon – when I count it all – |
- | Late – the Praise - | ||
- | 'Tis dull – conferring | + | [[Category: Concours - Archives]] |
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- | On the Head too High to Crown - | + | |
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- | Diadem – or Ducal Showing - | + | |
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- | Be its Grave – sufficient sign - | + | |
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- | Nought – that We – No Poet's Kinsman - | + | |
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- | Suffocate – with easy woe - | + | |
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- | What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom - | + | |
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- | Put Her down – in Italy? | + | |
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- | I should have been too glad, I see - | + | |
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- | Too lifted - for the scant degree | + | |
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- | Of Life's penurious Round - | + | |
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- | My little Circuit would have shamed | + | |
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- | This new Circumference - have blamed - | + | |
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- | The homelier time behind. | + | |
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- | I should have been too saved - I see - | + | |
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- | Too rescued - Fear too dim to me | + | |
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- | That I could spell the Prayer | + | |
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- | I knew so perfect – yesterday - | + | |
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- | That Scalding One – Sabachthani - | + | |
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- | Recited fluent - here - | + | |
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- | Earth would have been too much - I see - | + | |
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- | And Heaven - not enough for me - | + | |
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- | I should have had the Joy | + | |
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- | Without the fear - to justify - | + | |
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- | The Palm - without the Calvary - | + | |
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- | So Savior – Crucify - | + | |
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- | Defeat - whets Victory - they say - | + | |
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- | The Reefs - in old Gethsemane - | + | |
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- | Endear the Coast – beyond! | + | |
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- | 'Tis Beggars - Banquets - can define - | + | |
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- | 'Tis Parching - vitalizes wine - | + | |
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- | “Faith” bleats - to understand! | + | |
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- | Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling - | + | |
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- | Sometimes – scalps a Tree - | + | |
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- | Her Green Peaople recollect it | + | |
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- | When they do not die - | + | |
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- | Fainter Leaves – to Further Seasons - | + | |
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- | Dumbly testify - | + | |
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- | We – who have the Souls - | + | |
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- | Die oftener – Not so vitally - | + | |
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- | He fumbles at your Soul | + | |
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- | As Players at the Keys | + | |
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- | Before they drop full Music on - | + | |
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- | He stuns you by degrees - | + | |
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- | Prepares your brittle Nature | + | |
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- | For the Ethereal Blow | + | |
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- | By fainter Hammers – further heard - | + | |
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- | Then nearer – Then so slow | + | |
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- | Your Breath has time to straighten - | + | |
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- | Your Brain – to bubble Cool - | + | |
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- | Deals – One – imperial – Thunderbolt - | + | |
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- | That scalps your naked Soul - | + | |
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- | When Winds take Forests in their Paws - | + | |
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- | The Universe – is still - | + | |
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- | =Ressources sur le web= | + | |
- | [[Category: Concours - Agrégation]][[Category:Littérature]] | + |
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Bibliographies
- Bibliographie de la SAES
- recommandé par Paris X -Nanterre :
Robert Weisbuch, Emily Dickinson’s Poetry , U of Chicago P, 1972
- Bibliographie de la BNF : http://www.bnf.fr/documents/biblio_agreg_en_2011_2.pdf (inspirée de la SAES).
Ressources sur le web
- Guidelines on reading the poemscompiled by Washington State University.
- 'Dickinson' at 'Tailored Texts' - can be annotated (n.b. all annotations are public)
Edition de référence - Poèmes au programme
Index des premiers vers du poème 303 page 143 au poème 348 page 166 et du poème 500 page 242 au poème 569 page 277 dans The Complete Poems. Londres, Faber and Faber, 1976.
303 The Soul selects her own Society –
304 The Day came slow – till Five o'clock –
305 The difference between Despair
306 The Soul's Superior instants
307 The One who could repeat the Summer day –
308 I send Two Sunsets –
309 For largest Woman's Hearth I knew –
310 Give little Anguish -
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
312 Her - “last Poems“ -
313 I should have been too glad, I see -
314 Nature – sometimes sears a Sapling -
315 He fumbles at your Soul
316 The Wind didn't come from the Orchard – today –
317 Just so – Jesus – raps –
318 I'll tell you how the Sun rose –
319 The nearest Dream recedes – unrealized –
320 We play at Paste –
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abroad,
322 There came a Day at Summer's full,
325 Of Tribulation, these are They,
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes –
327 Before I got my eye put out
328 A Bird came down the Walk –
329 So glad we are – a Stranger'd deem
330 The Juggler's Hat her Country is –
331 While Asters –
332 There are two Ripenings – one – of sight –
333 The Grass so little has to do –
334 All the letters I can write
335 'Tis not that Dying hurts us so –
336 The face I carry with me – last –
337 I know a place where Summer strives
338 I know that He exists.
339 I tend my flowers for thee –
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss,
341 After great pain, a formal feeling comes –
342 It will be Summer – eventually.
343 My Reward for Being, was This.
344 'Twas the old – road – through pain –
345 Funny – to be a Century –
346 Not probable – The barest Chance –
347 When Night is almost done –
348 I dreaded that first Robin, so,
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird
501 This World is not Conclusion.
502 At least – to pray – is left – is left –
503 Better – than Music! For I – who heard it –
504 You know that Portrait in the Moon –
505 I would not paint – a picture –
506 He touched me, so I live to know
507 She sights a Bird – she chuckles –
508 I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs –
509 If anybody's friend be dead
510 It was not Death, for I stood up,
511 If you were coming in the Fall,
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments –
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
514 Her smile was shaped like other smiles –
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit –
516 Beauty – be not caused – It Is –
517 He parts Himself – like Leaves –
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
519 'Twas warm – at first – like Us –
520 I started Early - Took my Dog -
521 Endow the Living – with the Tears –
522 Had I presumed to hope –
523 Sweet – You forgot – but I remembered
524 Departed – to the Judgment –
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stand
526 To hear an Oriole sing
527 To put this World down, like a Bundle –
528 Mine – by the Right of the White Election!
529 I'm sorry for the Dead – Today –
530 You cannot put a Fire out –
531 We dream – it is good we are dreaming –
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing
533 Two butterflies went out at Noon –
534 We see – Comparatively –
535 She's happy, with a new Content –
536 The Heart asks Pleasure – first –
537 Me prove it now – Whoever doubt
538 'Tis true – They shut me in the Cold –
539 The Province of the Saved
540 I took my Power in my Hand –
541 Some such Butterfly be seen
542 I had no Cause to be awake –
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech –
544 The Martyr Poets – did not tell –
545 'Tis One by One – the Father counts –
546 To fill a Gap
547 I've seen a Dying Eye
548 Death is potential to that Man
549 That I did always love
550 I cross till I am weary
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness –
552 An ignorance a Sunset
553 One Crucifixion is recorded – only –
554
The Black Berry – wears a Thorn in his side –
555 Trust in the Unexpected –
556 The Brain, within its Groove
557 She hideth Her the last –
558 But little Carmine hath her face –
559 It knew no Medicine –
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation –
561 I measure every Grief I meet
562 Conjecturing a Climate
563 I could not prove the Years had feet –
564 My period had come for Prayer –
565 One Anguish – in a Crowd –
566 A Dying Tiger – moaned for Drink –
567 He gave away his Life –
568 We learned the Whole of Love –
569 I reckon – when I count it all –