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
Sunrise: day's great progenitor.
How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.
Action is redemption.
Experiment has a stimulus which withers its fear.
Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.
Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.
The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.
Noon - is the Hinge of Day - ...
The hearts that never lean must fall.
We meet no Stranger, but Ourself.
At least to pray is left - is left Oh Jesus - in the Air - I know not which thy chamber is - I'm knocking everywhere.
Such is the force of Happiness-- The Least can lift a ton Assisted by its stimulus.
The sweets of pillage can be known To no one but the thief, Compassion for integrity Is his divinest grief.