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
Hope it strange invention --/ A Patent of the Heart --/ In unremitting action/ Yet never wearing out.
The heart asks pleasure first, and then excuse from pain, and then those little anodynes that deaden suffering
They say that 'home is where the heart is.' I think it is where the house is, and the adjacent buildings.
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.
The hearts that never lean must fall.
Sweet Skepticism of the Heart That knows and does not know And tosses like a Fleet of Balm Affronted by the snow.
An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.
The Heart is the Capital of the Mind— The Mind is a single State— The Heart and the Mind together make A single Continent— One—is the Population— Numerous enough— This ecstatic Nation Seek—it is Yourself.
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,-- The sweeping up the heart, And putting love away We shall not want to use again Until eternity
But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait- every Page a Pulse.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
The Heart asks Pleasure--first-- And then--Excuse from Pain
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee. When a Lover is an Owner Different is he...
The world allured me & in an unguarded moment I listened to her siren voice. From that moment I seemed to lose interest in heavenly things. Friends reasoned with me & told me of the danger I was in. I felt my danger & was alarmed, but I had rambled too far to return & ever since my heart has been growing harder.