Who is Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet.

Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's house in Amherst.

Evidence suggests that Dickinson lived much of her life in isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a penchant for white clothing and was known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence.

While Dickinson was a prolific poet, f...
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Away 262 Never 211 Life 199 Sun 195 Death 170 Time 168 Face 165 Night 154 Soul 153 God 148

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  • Thehistoryboy: 'grief is the shadow love casts in the light of loss. the grander the love, the vaster the shadow.'
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  • Kenivoy: i'm nobody! who are you? are you – nobody – too? then there's a pair of us! don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! how dreary – to be – somebody! how public – like a frog – to tell one's name – the livelong june to an admiring bog! (emily dickinson)
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The Little Black Boy
 by William Blake

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white.
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day.
She took me on her lap and kissed me,

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