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
We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.
To lose ones faith-surpass The loss of an Estate- Because Estates can be Replenished- faith cannot-.
The Morning after Woe- Tis frequently the Way- Surpasses all that rose before- For utter Jubilee-.
Prosperity Whose sources are interior. As soon Adversity A diamond overtake.
I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow. So if you may imagine me with my sleeves rolled up, mixing flour, milk, saleratus, etc., with a deal of grace. I advise you if you dont know how to make the staff of life to learn with dispatch.
LOOK back on time with kindly eyes, He doubtless did his best; How softly sinks his trembling sun In human nature's west!
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
Eternity' is there, We say, as of a station. Meanwhile, he is so near, He joins me in my Ramble? Divides abode with me? No Friend have I that so persists As this Eternity.
A wounded deer leaps highest, I've heard the hunter tell; 'Tis but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still. The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs,, A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings Mirth is mail of anguish, In which its cautious arm Lest anybody spy the blood And, you're hurt exclaim.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
Belshazzar had a letter,-- He never had but one; Belshazzar's correspondence Concluded and begun In that immortal copy The conscience of us all Can read without its glasses On revelation's wall.
The mountain at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies!
Not one of all the purple host Who took the flag to-day Can tell the definition So clear of victory, As he, defeated, dying, On whose forbidden ear The distant strains of triumph Break agonized and clear.
Renunciation-is a piercing Virtue-The letting go A Presence-for an Expectation-.