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
Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity by term.
Remorse --is Memory --awake --/ Her Parties all astir --/ A Presence of Departed Acts --/ At window --and at Door --
Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year: and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all.
Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. God's residence is next to min, His furniture is love.
Will there really be a morning?Is there such a thing as day?...Please to tell a little pilgrimWhere the place called morning lies!
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar - Requires sorest need.
Success is counted sweetest by those who ne'er succeed.
Narcotics cannot still the toothThat Nibbles at the soul
The abdication of belief makes the behavior small -- better an ignis fatuus than no illume at all.
Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
Time is a Test of Trouble But not a Remedy If such it prove, it prove too There was no Malady
We turn not older with years but newer every day.
I felt it shelter to speak to you.