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
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved -- the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
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.
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind- As if my Brain had split- I tried to match it- Seam by Seam- But could not make it fit.
Publication - is the auction of the mind...
Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!
Best Witchcraft is Geometry To the magician's mind - His ordinary acts are feats To thinking of mankind.
Heaven is so far of the mind that were the mind dissolved - the site of it by architect could not again be proved.
His mind of man, a secret makes I meet him with a start he carries a circumference in which I have no part.
A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.
When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeiing,Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.
Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving that makes it fat
Eden is that old-fashioned house we dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode, until we drive away
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- / The Truth must dazzle gradually /Or every man be blind.