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
Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
We'd never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky
I dwell in Possibility --/ A fairer House than Prose --/ More numerous of Windows --/ Superior --for Doors --.
Had I not seen the Sun, I could have borne the shade, But Light a newer Wilderness, My Wilderness has made
I found the phrase to every thoughtI ever had, but one;And that defies me,-as a handDid try to chalk the sun.
When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeiing,Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.
Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel? The Figure of a Nut Presents upon a Tree Equally plausibly, But Meat within, is requisite To Squirrels, and to Me
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see - but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The opening of a Door.
There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.
never let anyone let make you feel inferior without your consent
Nods from the Gilded pointers --/ Nods from the Seconds slim --/ Decades of Arrogance between/ The Dial life --/ And Him --