A recently discovered poem, written in 1918 and published for the first time in The New Yorker’s Anniversary Issue.

Nothing New,” which the American poet wrote in 1918, is published for the first time in The New Yorker’s Anniversary Issue.

By force of her imagination and skill, Emily Dickinson could take the measure of solitude, opprobrium and even damnation.

Word play makes me shout and clap my hands. I love quiet poems, too—poems that are (on the surface) about nothing, poems that make readers see that what appeared to be a dead end is actually a door to ...