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"The Writing Years"
Met Reverend Charles Woodworth
sparking a romantic interest
Wrote 1,100 poems and read vastly
Poems rarely published
Entered a period of seclusion
Became a Calvanist
Attended Amherst Academy majority of schooling
Later Mount Hoyoke Female Sanctuary
The Book of Revelation
17th century poets
Puritan New England upbringing
Her father's opinions
Born: December 10, 1830
Born in Amherst, Massachusetts
Child of Edward and Norcross Dickinson
Increasingly withdrew from public as she got older
May have begun a romantic relationship with Otis P. Lord
Occupied with family, health, and garden
Died: May 15, 1886
Died at age 55
Died of Bright's disease
( kidney detoriation)
Publishing of poetry
40 hand bound books of poetry
Wrote with variety of dash marks
Occassionally wrote vertically
Discovered by her sister after death
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches on the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish -- you know!
How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog
To tell one's name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Art is a house that tries to be haunted.
Beauty crowds me till I die,Beauty,mercy have on me! But if I die today, let it be in the sight of thee.
Because I could not stop for death- He kindly stopped for me - The Carriage held just ourselves - And Immortality