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
Hope is a strange invention - A Patent of the Heart - In unremitting action Yet never wearing out
I could not stop for death and he did not stop for me.
Death is a supple suitor, that wins at last. It is a stealthy wooing; conducted first by pallid innuendos and dim approach, but brave at last with bugles.
To ignore or use silence is a cruel tool. Hence this quote: Silence is all we dread; there's ransom in a voice; but silence is infinity.
Endow the Living - with the Tears - You squander on the Dead.
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being's road, Eternity by term.
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?
Spring is the Period Express from God.
I cling to nowhere until I fall - the crash of Nothing...
God is indeed a jealous God. He cannot bear to see, that we had rather not with him, but with each other play.
Nature, like us is sometimes caught without her diadem.
I tasted - careless - then - I did not know the Wine Came once a World - Did you? Oh, had you told me so - This Thirst would blister - easier - now
Publication - is the auction of the mind...
All things do go a-courting, In earth, or sea, or air, God hath made nothing single But thee in His world so fair.