Emily+Dickinson

__**Biographical Information.**__
 * Birth: December 10,1830 Death:May 15,1886
 * Geographic area of influence-Conneticut/New England
 * Family information- Unmarried
 * Applicable education / careers- Studied botany
 * Authors / poets of influence-William Wordsworth, Lydia Maria Child, Henry wodsworth Longfellow, Charlotte Bronte, William Shakespear
 * Unique characteristics of works- extensive use of dashes, unconventional capitalization
 * Influence / Focus of works -Flowers & Gardens, The master poems, morbitiy, gospel poems, undiscovered continent
 * Additional information- Studied Botany, never maried, liked to bake and garden

__**Famous Works**__ Because I could not stop for death He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves And Immortality. [|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 strove At recess, in the ring; We passed the fields of gazing grain, We passed the setting sun. Or rather, he passed us; The dews grew quivering and chill, For only gossamer my gown, My tippet only tulle. We paused before a house that seemed A swelling of the ground; The roof was scarcely visible, The cornice but a mound. Since then 'tis centuries, and yet each Feels shorter than the day I first surmised the horses' heads Were toward eternity. ||
 * Because I could not stop for Death,

__I cannot live with you__ I cannot live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf The sexton keeps the key to, Putting up Our life, his porcelain,Like a cup Discarded of the housewife, Quaint or broken; A newer Sevres pleases, Old ones crack. I could not die with you, For one must wait To shut the other's gaze down, You could not. And I, could I stand by And see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege? Nor could I rise with you, Because your face Would put out Jesus'. That new grace Glow plain and foreign On my homesick eye, Except that you, than he Shone closer by. They'd judge us - how? For you served Heaven, you know Or sought to; I could not, Because you saturated sight, And I had no more eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise. And were you lost, I would be, Though my name Rang loudest On the heavenly fame. And were you saved, And I condemned to be Where you were not, That self were hell to me. So we must keep apart, You there, I here, With just the door ajar That oceans are, And prayer, And that pale svustenance, Despair!

AN ALTERED LOOK ABOUT THE HILLS N altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; [|A flippant fly upon the pane]; [|A spider at his trade again]; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere; An axe shrill singing in the woods; Fern-odors on untravelled roads,-- All this, and more I cannot tell, A furtive look you know as well, And Nicodemus' mystery Receives its annual reply.
 * // by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) //**

Part C: Figurative Language

Part D: Meaning