Emily+Dickinson+(8)

Born on December 10, 1830

Died on May 15, 1886 The places that show up most in her writings are in the New England states.

Her personal life remains to be a mystery. Potential love affairs could be Reverend Charles Wadsworth, and Samuel Bowles. Her dad and she never really had a good relationship and she wrote a poem that said that she never had a mother. Her dad died in 1874 and her mom died of a stroke in 1882. Another possible lover was Judge Otis lord he was 18 years older.

She attended Amherst Academy from 1834-47 and Mount Holyoke Female Seminary 1847-48.

John Keats and Elizabeth Barrett Browning are the people who first inspired Dickinson.

The work that was published during her lifetime was usually altered significantly by the publishers to fit the conventional poetic rules of the time. Dickinson's poems are unique for the era in which she wrote; they contain short lines, typically lack titles, and often use slant rhyme as well as unconventional capitalization and punctuation which included use of random capitalism and dashes.

She never married the man that she loved. Dickinson was troubled from a young age by the "deepening menace" of death, especially the deaths of those who were close to her. When Sophia Holland, her second cousin and a close friend, grew ill from typhus and died in April, 1844, Emily was traumatized. Recalling the incident two years later, Emily wrote that "it seemed to me I should die too if I could not be permitted to watch over her or even look at her face."

Only 7 of the 1800 were published all poems are in the Spring Field Republican

She suffered of Bright’s disease for 2 years then died. She inspired many female writers.

**__THE CHARIOT__** Because I could not stop for Death, [|he kindly stopped for me]; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality.
 * POEMS**

We slowly drove, he knew no haste, And I had put away My labor, and my leisure too, For his civility. We passed the school [|where children played], Their lessons scarcely done; We passed the fields of gazing grain, [|We passed the setting sun.]

We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound.

Since then 't is centuries; but each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity.

I felt a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it seemed That sense was breaking through. And when they all were seated, A service like a drum Kept beating, beating, till I thought My mind was going numb And then I heard them lift a box, And creak across my soul With those same boots of lead, again. Then space began to toll ,As all the heavens were a bell, And being, but an ear, And I and Silence some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here. And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down -And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing - then -
 * __I FELT A FUNERAL__**

I had been hungry all the years- My noon had come, to dine- I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine.
 * __I HAD BEEN HUNGRY__**

'T was this on tables I had seen When turning, hungry, lone, I looked in windows, for the wealth I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread, 'T was so unlike the crumb The birds and I had often shared In Nature's dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, 't was so new,-- Myself felt ill and odd, As berry of a mountain bush Transplanted to the road.

Nor was I hungry; so I found That hunger was a way Of persons outside windows, The entering takes away.