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
Some Arrows slay but whom they strike - But this slew all but him - Who so appareled his Escape - Too trackless for a Tomb
Beauty is not the cause of something, it is what it is.
There is always one thing to be grateful for - that one is one's self and not somebody else.
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity Nor had I time to love: but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he...
Time is short and full, like an outgrown Frock - .
It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.
Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.
To lose what we have never owned might seem an eccentric bereavement, but Presumption has its own affliction as well as claim.
The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
I miss the grasshoppers much, but suppose it is all for the best. I should become too much attached to a trotting world.
Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity - Unable they that love - to die For Love reforms Vitality Into Divinity.
... I have no letter from the dead, yet daily love them more.
Love can do all but raise the Dead.