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For Emily Dickinson, the immeasurable, unrecorded life than the recorded one; the intersections of visible and invisible worlds far more electric than facts recognized by biographers. A sketch of her known dates and places cannot capture or account for Dickinson's extra originality, which brought fresh currents into American thought and literature and expanded the possibilities of poetry.
For Emily Dickinson, the immeasurable, unrecorded life than the recorded one; the intersections of visible and invisible worlds far more electric than facts recognized by biographers. A sketch of her known dates and places cannot capture or account for Dickinson's extra originality, which brought fresh currents into American thought and literature and expanded the possibilities of poetry.
Dickinson lived in Amherst, Massachuetts, where she was born in 1830 and died in 1886. She shared her families household with her youngest sister Lavinia, her mother, Emily Norcross Dickinson, and her father Edward Dickinson, a lawyer, congressman, and treasurer of Amherst College. Her brother Austin, one of the
Dickinson lived in Amherst, Massachuetts, where she was born in 1830 and died in 1886. She shared her families household with her youngest sister Lavinia, her mother, Emily Norcross Dickinson, and her father Edward Dickinson, a lawyer, congressman, and treasurer of Amherst College. Her brother Austin, one of the
One sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
One came the road that I came-
And wore my last years gown-
The other, as a bird her nest,
Building our hearts amoung.
She did not sing as we did-
It was a differnt tune-
Herself to her music
As bumble bee of June.
Today is far from childhood-
But up and down the hills
I held ger hand the tighter-
Which shortened all the miles-
And still her hum
The years amoung,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.
I spilt the dew-
But took the morn-
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers-
Sue-forevermore!
One sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.
One came the road that I came-
And wore my last years gown-
The other, as a bird her nest,
Building our hearts amoung.
She did not sing as we did-
It was a differnt tune-
Herself to her music
As bumble bee of June.
Today is far from childhood-
But up and down the hills
I held ger hand the tighter-
Which shortened all the miles-
And still her hum
The years amoung,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.
I spilt the dew-
But took the morn-
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers-
Sue-forevermore!