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
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.
The distance that the dead have gone/ Does not at first appear --/ Their coming back seems possible/ For many an ardent year.
Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
I dwell in Possibility A fairer House than Prose More numerous of Windows Superior--for Doors Of Chambers as the Cedars Impregnable of Eye And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky Of Visitors--the fairest For Occupation--This The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise
Home is the definition of God.
You'll find it-when you try to die- The Easier to let go- For recollecting such as went- You could not spare-you know.
a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.
a sick room is at times too sacred a place for a friend's knock, timid as that is.
IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity.
Looking at Death, is Dying - ...