Emily Dickinson, the enigmatic American poet, captivated readers with her profound insights into the human soul and the mysteries of existence. Despite living a reclusive life, Dickinson's poetry spoke volumes about love, nature, and mortality, exploring these themes with unmatched depth and lyricism. Through her unconventional use of punctuation and syntax, Dickinson challenged literary conventions and paved the way for modernist poetry. Her work continues to resonate with readers around the world, inspiring new generations to contemplate the beauty and complexity of life.
"The possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination."
"I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep."I woke and chid my honest fingers,-The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own."
"If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the Summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As Housewives do a Fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls -And put them each in separate Drawers, For fear the numbers fuse -If only Centuries, delayed, I'd count them on my Hand, Subtracting, till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I 'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity. But, now, uncertain of the length Of this, that is between, It goads me, like the Goblin Bee, That will not state - its sting."
"Fame is a bee It has a song - It has a sting - Ah too it has a wing."
"Or help one fainting RobinUnto his Nest againI shall not live in vain."
"There's nothing wicked in Shakespeare, and if there is I don't want to know it."
"Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality."
"I HIDE myself within my flowerThat wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too-And angels know the rest.I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for meAlmost a loneliness..."
"We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies."
"Hunger is a wayOf standing outside windowsThe entering takes away."