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
What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The opening of a Door.
Time is a Test of Trouble But not a Remedy If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady
To whom the mornings are like nights, What must the midnights be!
This World is not Conclusion./ A Sequel stands beyond--/ Invisible, as Music--/ But positive, as Sound.
Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
'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!
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.