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
Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness
never let anyone let make you feel inferior without your consent
Assent -- and you are sane -- , demur -- you're straightway dangerous -- , and handled with a Chain -- .
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes
His Labor is a Chant -- his Idleness -- a Tune -- oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
Hope it strange invention --/ A Patent of the Heart --/ In unremitting action/ Yet never wearing out.
Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all.
There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.
Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel? The Figure of a Nut Presents upon a Tree Equally plausibly, But Meat within, is requisite To Squirrels, and to Me
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see - but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.