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
A Deed knocks first at Thought / And then -- it knocks at Will -- / That is the manufacturing spot.
Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
The dandelion's pallid tube/ Astonishes the grass,/ And winter instantly becomes/ An infinite alas.
And Something's odd - within -That person that I was - And this One - do not feel the same - Could it be Madness - this?
I found the phrase to every thoughtI ever had, but one;And that defies me,-as a handDid try to chalk the sun.
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes
This is my letter to the World / That never wrote to Me-- / The simple News that Nature told-- / With tender majesty.
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
Remorse --is Memory --awake --/ Her Parties all astir --/ A Presence of Departed Acts --/ At window --and at Door --
Nods from the Gilded pointers --/ Nods from the Seconds slim --/ Decades of Arrogance between/ The Dial life --/ And Him --
Superiority to fateIs difficult to learn.'Tis not conferred by anyBut possible to earn.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; / One need not be a house; /The brain has corridors surpassing / Material place.