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
His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
And Something's odd - within -That person that I was - And this One - do not feel the same - Could it be Madness - this?
The dandelion's pallid tube/ Astonishes the grass,/ And winter instantly becomes/ An infinite alas.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
The vastest earthly Day Is shrunken small By one Defaulting Face Behind a Pall.
Longing is like a seed that wrestles in the ground
To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
The steeples swam in amethyst, the news like squirrels swam.
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
The only Commandment I ever obeyed — 'Consider the Lilies.
I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?