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
That it shall never come again is what makes life so sweet
Superiority to fateIs difficult to learn.'Tis not conferred by anyBut possible to earn.
This World is not Conclusion./ A Sequel stands beyond--/ Invisible, as Music--/ But positive, as Sound.
Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
The Pedigree of Honey/ Does not concern the Bee --/ A Clover, any time, to him,/ Is Aristocracy --
We'd never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky
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
The brain is wider than the sky; For put them side by side The one the other will contain with ease - And you beside
Dreams are the subtle Dower/ That make us rich an Hour/ Then fling us poor/ Out of the purple door.
A Deed knocks first at Thought / And then -- it knocks at Will -- / That is the manufacturing spot.
Our journey has advanced; / Our feet were almost come / To that odd fork in Being's road,/ Eternity by term.
Remorse --is Memory --awake --/ Her Parties all astir --/ A Presence of Departed Acts --/ At window --and at Door --