Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was born at the family's homestead in Amherst, Massachusetts, on December 10, 1830, into a prominent, but not wealthy, family. Two hundred years earlier, the Dickinsons had arrived in the New World—in the Puritan Great Migration—where they prospered. Emily Dickinson...
When Memory is fullby Emily Dickinson When Memory is full
The title of the poem “The Dimpled War” by Emily Dickinsonrefers to a war between faces, between two people facing each other who confront each other with words. It is a modest and futile war, without winners or losers. But now that time has passed and it will probably be centuries b...
I had been hungry, all the Years -- My Noon had Come -- to dine -- I trembling drew the Table near -- And touched the Curious Wine -- 'Twas this on Tables I had seen -- When turning, hungry, Home I looked in Windows, for the Wealth I could not hope -- for Mine -- I di...
4、ic Dickinson wrote on, nor does every poem she wrote fit neatly into a category.Dickinson adopts the persona of a child whois open, naive, and innocent.However, are the questions asked and the final statement madeby this poem naive? If they are not, then the poemis ironic because of...
seems to be.Emily Dickinson As you probably noticed when you read this poem, none of the themes that I discussed in the Overview of Dickinson applies to this poem. My list was not meant to cover every topic Dickinson wrote on, nor does every poem she wrote fit neatly into a category.
Emily Dickinson, American lyric poet who lived in seclusion and commanded a singular brilliance of style and integrity of vision. With Walt Whitman, Dickinson is widely considered to be one of the two leading 19th-century American poets. Learn more about
299 Your Riches-taught me-Poverty. Myself-a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could boast Till broad as Buenos Ayre- You drifted your Dominions
That is the full poem. Dickinson wants us to understand the power of words, but also their limits. There are some forms of beauty that would disappear if we spoke about them. Nearly every line ends with a lingering hyphen — as if the narrator is on the cusp of saying something but ca...
In a letter, Dickinson described her lonely suffering as a “terror—since September—[that] I could tell to none.” Instead of succumbing to anguish, however, she came to view it as the sign of a special vocation, and it became the basis of an unprecedented creativity. A poem that ...