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
What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The opening of a Door.
Narcotics cannot still the toothThat Nibbles at the soul
How frugal is the chariot that bears a human soul.
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate. The Soul cannot be rid - as easy the secreting her behind the Eyes of God.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
... And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again, Then space began to toll.
It is easy to work when the soul is at play.
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?
What fortitude the Soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming Foot- The opening of a Door.
Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend, - Or the most agonizing Spy - An Enemy - could send -
The Loneliness One dare not sound -- And would as soon surmise AS in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size -- The Loneliness whose worst alarm Is lest itself should see -- And perish from before itself For just a scrutiny -- The Horror not to be surveyed -- But skirted in the Dark -- With Consciousness suspended -- And Being under Lock -- I fear me this -- is Loneliness -- The Maker of the soul Its Caverns and its Corridors Illuminate -- or seal
Where thou art, that is home.
The Soul should always stand ajar.