Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson
Emily Elizabeth Dickinsonwas an American poet. Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. Although part of a prominent family with strong ties to its community, Dickinson lived much of her life highly introverted. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a noted penchant for white clothing and became known for her reluctance to...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth10 December 1830
CityAmherst, MA
I cling to nowhere until I fall - the crash of Nothing...
Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
All things do go a-courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so fair.
My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!
Enough is so vast a sweetness I suppose it never occurs.
I can wade Grief -- Whole Pools of it -- I'm used to that -- But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet -- And I tip -- drunken -- Let no Pebble -- smile -- 'Twas the New Liquor -- That was all!
Mirth is the Mail of Anguish --
He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
The dandelion's pallid tube Astonishes the grass, And winter instantly becomes An infinite alas.
AMPLE make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise’ yellow noise Interrupt this ground.
Victory comes late-- And is held low to freezing lips-- Too rapt with frost To take it
Fearless--the cobweb swings from the ceiling-- Indolent Housewife--in Daisies--lain!
A Clock stopped-- Not the Mantel's-- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing-- That just now dangled still