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 tasted life.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.
Pardon My Sanity In A World Insane
Where thou art, that is home.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Faith-is the pierless bridge supporting what We see unto the scene that we do not.
The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.
I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
The sun just touched the morning; The morning, happy thing, Supposed that he had come to dwell, And life would be all spring.
One need not be a chamber to be haunted.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.