Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Emily Dickinson
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a successful family with strong community ties, she lived a mostly introverted and reclusive life. After she studied at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she spent a short time at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst. Thought of as an eccentric by the locals, she became known for her penchant for white clothing and her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even leave her room. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out by correspondence.

Although Dickinson was a prolific private poet, fewer than a dozen of her nearly eighteen... more »

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  • ''Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.''
    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. Letter, July 1862, to Thomas Wentworth Higginson. The Letters of Emily Dickinson, vol. 2 (1958). Higginson...
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  • Muteesasira Juma Muteesasira Juma (12/26/2015 12:31:00 AM)

    she was really wonderful

  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (12/16/2015 5:12:00 AM)

    ''We never know how high we are
    Till we are asked to rise''
    Emily Dickinson (1176)

    beautiful words.. and a great truth..

  • Nirmal Upadhyaya Nirmal Upadhyaya (11/7/2015 11:47:00 AM)

    Emily is one of best poets I adore.

  • Laurie Flynn (8/13/2015 4:41:00 PM)

    To me, Emily Dickinson is one of the most insightful poets, in fact writers, that has even blessed the English language. Her remarkable understanding of emotions and feelings make her pieces timeless and, furthermore, a crutch for those in need of support when they can't quite work out their own. Hopeful yet realistic, beautiful yet dark and even witty, Dickinson is truly a remarkable character and it's reflected in her poetry.

  • Vidura Prabhath Vidura Prabhath (6/23/2015 8:33:00 AM)

    Her poems are inspirational.They appeal to the heart

  • Johan Kwisthout (5/18/2015 4:49:00 AM)

    Can anyone here help me to a source for the quote If you take care of the small things, the big things take care of themselves contributed to Dickinson (I need a source in order to ask for permission to quote if it it still under copyright, e.g., if it is in the Johnson and Franklin editions, but I have no access to them)

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:08:00 AM)

    My favorite: Because I Could Not Stop for Death

  • Gordon Inverno Jr. (4/22/2015 10:01:00 AM)

    Emily is the Best of the Best! ! ! !

  • John Richter (4/7/2015 12:43:00 PM)

    Did Dan Reynolds below really offer tips to Emily Dickinson? Dan, she dead bro. More than just that, she is (arguably) the greatest American poet to have ever lived... I'm sure that she would appreciate the pointers. Oh, I'm sorry man - that was just an easy shot. But listen, you should read her biography. I think you'll find her one of the loveliest creatures to have ever lived. It appears that Eric below gets it - During her entire life critics and poetical societies kept her out, saying things a lot like you said... After she died she became the most widely published American poet ever... Guess they were wrong. I wrote a poem about such tragedy, Lost Indifference of a Learned Critic. I had no plans until I saw these remarks. Hope you have a moment to read it. Balash, you are right - that is exactly what she did - along with a few others.

  • Balash Salamatbakhsh (3/26/2015 9:20:00 PM)

    Emily Dickinson gave a new meaning to poetry. I admire her for her verses shakes my soul.

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Best Poem of Emily Dickinson

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

'Hope' is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

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