Emily Dickinson

In 1830, Emily Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. She attended Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in South Hadley, but only for one year. Throughout her life, she seldom left her house and visitors were few. The people with whom she did come in contact, however, had an enormous impact on her poetry. She was particularly stirred by the Reverend Charles Wadsworth, whom she met on a trip to Philadelphia. He left for the West Coast shortly after a visit to her home in 1860, and some critics believe his departure gave rise to the heartsick flow of verse from Dickinson in the years that followed. While it is certain that he was an important figure in her life, it is not certain that this was in the capacity of romantic love—she called him "my closest earthly friend." Other possibilities for the unrequited love in Dickinson’s poems include Otis P. Lord, a Massachusetts Supreme Court Judge, and Samuel Bowles, editor of the Springfield Republican.

By the 1860s, Dickinson lived in almost total physical isolation from the outside world, but actively maintained many correspondences and read widely. She spent a great deal of this time with her family. Her father, Edward Dickinson, was actively involved in state and national politics, serving in Congress for one term. Her brother Austin attended law school and became an attorney, and lived next door with his wife Susan Gilbert. Dickinson’s younger sister Lavinia also lived at home for her entire life in similar isolation. Lavinia and Austin were not only family, but intellectual companions during Dickinson’s lifetime.

Dickinson's poetry reflects her loneliness and the speakers of her poems generally live in a state of want. Her poems are also marked by the intimate recollection of inspirational moments which are decidedly life-giving and suggest the possibility of happiness. Her work was heavily influenced by the Metaphysical poets of seventeenth-century England, as well as her reading of the Book of Revelation and her upbringing in a Puritan New England town which encouraged a Calvinist, orthodox, and conservative approach to Christianity.

She admired the poetry of Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, as well as John Keats. Though she was dissuaded from reading the verse of her contemporary Walt Whitman by rumor of its disgracefulness, the two poets are now connected by the distinguished place they hold as the founders of a uniquely American poetic voice. While Dickinson was extremely prolific as a poet and regularly enclosed poems in letters to friends, she was not publicly recognized during her lifetime. The first volume of her work was published posthumously in 1890 and the last in 1955. She died in Amherst in 1886.

Upon her death, Dickinson's family discovered 40 handbound volumes of nearly 1800 of her poems, or "fascicles" as they are sometimes called. These booklets were made by folding and sewing five or six sheets of stationery paper and copying what seem to be final versions of poems in an order that many critics believe to be more than chronological. The handwritten poems show a variety of dash-like marks of various sizes and directions (some are even vertical). The poems were initially unbound and published according to the aesthetics of her many early editors, removing her unusual and varied dashes and replacing them with traditional punctuation. The current standard version replaces her dashes with a standard "n-dash," which is a closer typographical approximation of her writing. Furthermore, the original order of the works was not restored until 1981, when Ralph W. Franklin used the physical evidence of the paper itself to restore her order, relying on smudge marks, needle punctures and other clues to reassemble the packets. Since then, many critics have argued for thematic unity in these small collections, believing the ordering of the poems to be more than chronological or convenient. The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson (Belknap Press, 1981) remains the only volume that keeps the order intact.



Poems found:
A Bird came down the Walk (328) by Emily Dickinson
A Bird came down the Walk
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794) by Emily Dickinson
A Drop fell on the Apple Tree
A lane of Yellow led the eye (1650) by Emily Dickinson
A lane of Yellow led the eye
A Man may make a Remark (952) by Emily Dickinson
A Man may make a Remark
Because I could not stop for Death (712) by Emily Dickinson
Because I could not stop for Death--
Besides the Autumn poets sing (131) by Emily Dickinson
Besides the Autumn poets sing
Color - Caste - Denomination - (970) by Emily Dickinson
Color - Caste - Denomination
Come Slowly—Eden (211) by Emily Dickinson
Come slowly—Eden
Dear March - Come in - (1320) by Emily Dickinson
Dear March - Come in -
Fame is a fickle food (1659) by Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food
Hope is the thing with feathers (254) by Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers
I cannot live with You (640) by Emily Dickinson
I cannot live with You--
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280) by Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
I heard a Fly buzz (465) by Emily Dickinson
I heard a Fly buzz--when I died--
I like to see it lap the Miles (43) by Emily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the Miles
I measure every Grief I meet (561) by Emily Dickinson
I measure every Grief I meet
I taste a liquor never brewed (214) by Emily Dickinson
I taste a liquor never brewed--
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl (443) by Emily Dickinson
I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl—
I'm Nobody! Who are you? (260) by Emily Dickinson
I'm Nobody! Who are you?
It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (311) by Emily Dickinson
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
It was not Death, for I stood up (510) by Emily Dickinson
It was not Death, for I stood up
It's all I have to bring today (26) by Emily Dickinson
It's all I have to bring today
Knows how to forget! (433) by Emily Dickinson
Knows how to forget
Like Brooms of Steel (1252) by Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance (1350) by Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance
My life closed twice before its close (96) by Emily Dickinson
My life closed twice before its close
One day is there of the series by Emily Dickinson
One day is there of the series
One Sister have I in our house (14) by Emily Dickinson
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers (216) by Emily Dickinson
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers—
The Outlet (162) by Emily Dickinson
My river runs to thee
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman (1487) by Emily Dickinson
The Savior must have been
The Soul selects her own Society (303) by Emily Dickinson
The Soul selects her own Society—
The Soul unto itself (683) by Emily Dickinson
The Soul unto itself
There is no frigate like a book (1263) by Emily Dickinson
There is no frigate like a book (1263)
There's a certain Slant of light (258) by Emily Dickinson
There's a certain Slant of light,
To make a prairie (1755) by Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533) by Emily Dickinson
Two Butterflies went out at Noon
We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson
We never know how high we are
Wild Nights – Wild Nights! (249) by Emily Dickinson
Wild Nights! - Wild Nights!
Winter is good - his Hoar Delights (1316) by Emily Dickinson
Winter is good - his Hoar Delights

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