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 could not prove the Years had feet-/Yet confident they run.
The WILL is always near, dear, though the feet vary.
Hope . . . never stops at all.
I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.
This World is not Conclusion. A Sequel stands beyond- Invisible, as Music- But positive, as Sound.
There is a solitude of space. A solitude of sea. A solitude of death, but these societies shall be compared with that profounder site-that polar privacy. A soul admitted to itself--Finite infinity.
The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know.
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man.
A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find
A Deed knocks first at Thought And then - it knocks at Will - That is the manufacturing spot.
Portrait The world spreads out on either side no farther than the heart is wide.
I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger Consciousness Deliberately face-.
Safe Despair it is that raves- Agony is frugal. Puts itself severe away For its own perusal.
His Cheek is his Biographer- As long as he can blush.