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 must go in, the fog is rising.
The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind.
I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size.
The pedigree of honey does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him is aristocracy.
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
The spreading wide my narrow Hands / To gather Paradise-.
Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit-Life!
I'll tell you how the Sun rose.
That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.
I dwell in possibilities .
in this short life that only lasts ah hour how much-how little-is within our power.
The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.
A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.