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
I know some lonely houses off the road A robber'd like the look of,-- Wooden barred, And windows hanging low
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides
And you dropt, lost, When something broke-- And let you from a Dream
The revery alone will do If bees are few.
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace, As Guest, that would be gone
One step at a time is all it takes to get you there.
The sun proceeds unmoved To measure off another day For an approving God.
My life closed twice before its close
Just girt me for the onset with Eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide!
The Heart asks Pleasure--first-- And then--Excuse from Pain
Pain has an element of blank
Speech is one symptom of affection; and silence one; the perfect communication is heard of none.
I stepped from Plank to Plank A slow and cautious way
The Service without Hope Is tenderest, I think-- ... There is no Diligence like that That knows not an Until