Her Poetry
This self-guided tour highlights 35 poems by Emily Dickinson on signs located among the Botanical Garden’s collections, near the plants and flowers that inspired her. Visitors stroll along Perennial Garden Way—during the peak of spring flowering season—observing Dickinson’s muses such as daffodils, roses, daisies, tulips, and conifers. An audio commentary, accessible by cell phone, illuminates her life and her love of nature, flowers, and gardens. Providing insight into her poetry are Dickinson experts Judith Farr, Professor Emerita of English and American Literature at Georgetown University and author of The Gardens of Emily Dickinson; Marta McDowell, historic garden specialist, instructor at The New York Botanical Garden, and author of Emily Dickinson’s Gardens: A Celebration of a Poet and Gardener; and Alice Quinn, Executive Director of the Poetry Society of America.
- 500 Introduction
- 501 Dear March - come in
- 502 A light exists in spring
- 503 She sped as petals of a rose
- 504 It will be summer eventually
- 505 A lady red amid the hill
- 506 Dare you see a soul at the “White Heat”?
- 507 The lilac is an ancient shrub
- 508 To lose if one can find again
- 509 A science - so the savans say
- 510 The skies cant keep their secret!
- 511 There is a flower that bees prefer
- 512 Whose are the little beds – I asked
- 513 I tend my flowers for thee
- 514 Essential oils are wrung
- 515 I hide myself within my flower
- 516 A little madness in the spring
- 517 The soul selects her own society
- 518 Four trees opon a solitary acre
- 519 She slept beneath a tree
- 520 The dandelion’s pallid tube
- 521 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower
- 522 The grass so little has to do
- 523 What I can do I will
- 524 So from the mould
- 525 Fame is a fickle food
- 526 I robbed the woods
- 527 New feet within my garden go
- 528 A sepal – petal – and a thorn
- 529 They have a little odor that to me
- 530 When I count the seeds
- 531 Forever honored be the tree
- 532 Forbidden fruit a flavor has
- 533 So bashful when I spied her!
- 534 The bee is not afraid of me
- 535 My river runs to thee
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