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
Truth is such a rare thing, it is a delight to tell it.
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant-- / The Truth must dazzle gradually /Or every man be blind.
I died for Beauty--but was scarce Adjusted in the Tomb When One who died for Truth, was lain In an adjoining Room
Truth - is as old as God - ...
Opinion is a flitting thing But Truth outlasts the Sun.
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
There came a wind like a bugle; / It quivered through the grass.
To whom the mornings are like nights, What must the midnights be!
Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel? The Figure of a Nut Presents upon a Tree Equally plausibly, But Meat within, is requisite To Squirrels, and to Me
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see - but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
Faith is a fine invention when Gentleman can see -- but microscopes are prudent in an emergency
What fortitude the Soul contains, / That it can so endure / The accent of a coming Foot-- / The opening of a Door.
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.