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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Though virtually unknown in her lifetime, Dickinson has come to be regarded, along with Walt Whitman, as one of the two quintisential American poets of the 19th century. In fact, it is commonly conjectured that Contemporary North American Poetry extends outward along two principal currents, that which flows from Whitman and that which flows from Dickinson. Curiously enough, the two poets are almost opposite in personality, prosody, poetic manifesto and style.
Dickinson lived an introverted and hermetic life, which has inspired numerous biographers and voluminous speculation, mostly about her sexuality, of which little is definitively known. Although she wrote, at latest count, 1789 poems, only a handful of them were published during her lifetime, all anonymously and probably without her knowledge.
Life
Emily Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, to a prominent family well known for their political and educational influence. Her grandfather, Samuel Fowler Dickinson (1775 – 1838), was one of the founders of Amherst College, whose campus stands less than a mile from the family's home. Her father, Edward Dickinson (1803 – 1874), was a lawyer and treasurer for the college. He was also politically prominent, serving on the Massachusetts General Court from 1838 to 1842, the Massachusetts Senate from 1842 to 1843, and the U.S. House of Representatives (to which he was elected as a Whig candidate in 1852). The poet's mother, Emily Norcross Dickinson (1804 – 1882) was quiet and chronically ill. William Austin Dickinson (1829 – 1895), usually known by his middle name, was her older brother. He later married Dickinson's most intimate friend Susan Gilbert in 1856 and made his home next door to the house in which Emily lived most of her life. Their younger sister, Lavinia Norcross Dickinson (1833 – 1899), often known as "Vinnie," encouraged the posthumous ing and publishing of her sister's poetry.
Dickinson lived most of her life in the family's houses in Amherst, which have been preserved as the Emily Dickinson Museum. In 1840, Emily was educated at the nearby Amherst Academy, a former boys' school which had opened to female students just two years earlier. She studied English and classical literature, learning Latin and reading the Aeneid over several years, and was taught in other subjects including religion, history, mathematics, geology, and biology. In 1847, at 17, Dickinson began attending Mary Lyon's Mount Holyoke Female Seminary (which would later become Mount Holyoke College) in South Hadley. Austin was sent to bring her home after less than a year at the Seminary, and she did not return to the school. Some speculate that she was homesick. (There is not enough information to conclusively say why she stayed for such a short time.) After that, she left home only for short trips to visit relatives in Boston, Cambridge, and Connecticut. For decades, popular wisdom portrayed Dickinson as an agoraphobic recluse. New scholarship suggests that while she was not necessarily an overly sociable person, she certainly valued her friends.
Dickinson's possible romantic and sexual adventures are matters of great controversy among her biographers and critics. There is little evidence on which to base a conclusion about the objects of her affection, though Dickinson's understanding of passion is made clear by some of her poems and letters. Attention has focused especially on a group of letters addressed only to "Master", known as the Master letters, in which Dickinson appears to be writing to a male lover; neither the addressee of these letters, nor whether they were sent, has been established. Some biographers have been convinced Dickinson might have been romantically involved with the newspaper publisher Samuel Bowles, a friend of her father's, Judge Otis Lord, or a minister named Charles Wadsworth. Biographers have also found evidence that Dickinson may have had romantic attachments to women in her younger years, a hypothesis which has grown in popularity. After a claimed romance with Emily Fowler, circa 1850, some conjecture that Susan Gilbert 1851, her closest friend and sister-in-law, was another possible love. The evidence for all these theories is circumstantial at best and they (the theories) are probably similarly valid based on this evidence. However, there are scholars that claim the evidence for the latter theory about her relationship with women is "scant and highly ambiguous," as the previous version of this article stated. Peggy Macintosh, from Wellesley College's Center for Research on Women, and Ellen Louise Hart, from University of California at Santa Cruz: Cowell College, in their introduction of Emily Dickinson in The Heath Anthology of American Literature(Fifth Edition) note that, "It is important to understand the role in Dickinson studies played by homophobia [...] We do not know to what extent Dickinson expressed her sexual desires physically..."
Whether Dickinson had romantic feelings for women or not, it is important to remember that her poetry was heavily ed by several people before being released into the public posthumously. According to Macintosh and Hart, there is evidence that Mabel Loomis Todd (the or) was Austin Dickinson's mistress and together they "mutilated Dickinson’s manuscripts, erasing [Susan's] name and scissoring out references to her." There were lines of poems that were completely scratched out. Todd was involved in the ing of all three initial volumes of Emily's published works. This alteration of documents throws possible romantic aspects into ambiguity. Other aspects though, such as their lifelong friendship (late teens to Emily's death), are not ambiguous. It is well-known that no one received more writing from Emily than Susan Gilbert. There were hundreds of letters found, which Gilbert reciprocated. As previously stated, Emily valued her few friendships and her friendship with Susan was no exception. Some of the letters were very passionate, furthering this ambiguity. While many of Dickinson's letters and poems are highly charged, passionate, and erotic, few biographers or critics believe that Dickinson physically consummated a relationship with anyone.
The last or of this article who wrote much of this and who was quoted as saying evidence of Emily's possible romantic involvement with women is "scant and highly ambiguous" also included this note: "However, even radical literary critics such as Camille Paglia, who wrote extensively about masochism and violence in Dickinson's poetry, emphatically deny that Dickinson's relationship with Susan was physical."
Susan married Dickinson's brother Austin Dickinson in 1856, though Susan and Emily had known each other earlier. Emily asked Susan to critique her poems, at which she began working harder than ever. Dickinson died on May 15, 1886. The cause of death was listed as Bright's disease (nephritis).
Upon her death, her family found 40 handbound volumes of more than 800 of her poems.
Poetry and influence
Dickinson's poetry is often recognizable at a glance, and is unlike the work of any other poet. Her facility with ballad and hymn meter, her extensive use of dashes and unconventional capitalization in her manuscripts, and her idiosyncratic vocabulary and imagery combine to create a unique lyric style.
During a religious revival that swept Western Massachusetts during the decades of 1840-50, Dickinson found her vocation as a poet. Most of her work is reflective of life's small moments and some larger issues in society. Over half of her poems were written during the years of the American Civil War. Many suggest that the Civil War gave some of the tense feeling in her poetry. Dickinson toyed briefly with the idea of having her poems published, even asking Thomas Wentworth Higginson, a literary critic, for advice. Higginson immediately realized the poet's talent, but when he tried to "improve" Dickinson's poems, adapting them to the more florid, romantic style popular at the time, Dickinson quickly lost interest in the project.
By her death (1886), only seven of Dickinson's poems had been published. (Dickinson never put titles on her poems.) Five of those seven were published in the Springfield Republican. Three posthumous collections in the 1890s established her as a powerful eccentric, but it wasn't until the twentieth century that she was appreciated as a poet. Dickinson's poetry was collected after her death by Higginson and Mabel Loomis Todd, with Todd initially collecting and organizing the material and Higginson ing. They ed the poems extensively in order to regularize the manuscripts' punctuation and capitalization to late nineteenth-century standards, occasionally rewording poems to reduce Dickinson's obliquity. A volume of Dickinson's Poems was published in Boston in 1890, and became quite popular; by the end of 1892 eleven ions had sold. Poems: Second Series was published in 1891 and ran to five ions by 1893; a third series was published in 1896. Two volumes of Dickinson's letters, heavily ed and selected by Todd (who falsified dates on some of them), were published in 1894. This wave of posthumous publications gave Dickinson's poetry its first real public exposure, and it found an immediate audience. Backed by Higginson and William Dean Howells with favorable notices and reviews, the poetry was popular from 1890 to 1892. Later in the decade, critical opinion became negative. Thomas Bailey Aldrich published an influential negative review anonymously in the January 1892 Atlantic Monthly:
- "It is plain that Miss Dickinson possessed an extremely unconventional and grotesque fancy. She was deeply tinged by the mysticism of Blake, and strongly influenced by the mannerism of Emerson....But the incoherence and formlessness of her — versicles are fatal....[A]n eccentric, dreamy, half-educated recluse in an out-of-the-way New England village (or anywhere else) cannot with impunity set at defiance the laws of gravitation and grammar." (in Buckingham 281-282)
In the early 20th century, Dickinson's niece, Martha Dickinson Bianchi, published a series of further collections, including many previously unpublished poems, with similarly normalized punctuation and capitalization; The Single Hound emerged in 1914, The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson and The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1924, Further Poems of Emily Dickinson in 1929. Other volumes ed by Todd and Bianchi emerged through the 1930s, releasing gradually more previously unpublished poems. With the rise of modernist poetry, Dickinson's failure to conform to nineteenth-century ideas of poetic form was no longer surprising nor distasteful to new generations of readers. A new wave of feminism created greater cultural sympathy for her as a woman poet. Her stock had clearly risen, but Dickinson was not generally thought a great poet among the first generation of modernists, as is clear from R.P. Blackmur's critical essay of 1937:
- "She was neither a professional poet nor an amateur; she was a private poet who wrote as indefatigably as some women cook or knit. Her gift for words and the cultural predicament of her time drove her to poetry instead of antimacassars....She came, as Mr. Tate says, at the right time for one kind of poetry: the poetry of sophisticated, eccentric vision. That is what makes her good — in a few poems and many passages representatively great. But...the bulk of her verse is not representative but mere fragmentary indicative notation. The pity of it is that the document her whole work makes shows nothing so much as that she had the themes, the insight, the observation, and the capacity for honesty, which had she only known how — or only known why — would have made the major instead of the minor fraction of her verse genuine poetry. But her dying society had no tradition by which to teach her the one lesson she did not know by instinct." (195)
The texts of these early ions would hardly be recognized by later readers, as their extensive ing had altered the texts found in Dickinson's manuscripts substantially. A new and complete ion of Dickinson's poetry by Thomas H. Johnson, The Poems of Emily Dickinson, was published in three volumes in 1955. This ion formed the basis of all later Dickinson scholarship, and provided the Dickinson known to readers thereafter: the poems were untitled, only numbered in an approximate chronological sequence, were strewn with dashes and irregularly capitalized, and were often extremely elliptical in their language. They were printed for the first time much more nearly as Dickinson had left them, in versions approximating the text in her manuscripts. A later variorum ion provided many alternate wordings from which Johnson, in a more limited orial intervention, had been forced to choose for the sake of readability.
Later readers would draw attention to the remaining problems in reading even Johnson's relatively unaltered typeset texts of Dickinson, claiming that Dickinson's treatment of her manuscripts suggested that their physical and graphic properties were important to the reading of her poems. Possibly meaningful distinctions could be drawn, they argued, among different lengths and angles of dash in the poems, and different arrangements of text on the page. Several volumes have attempted to render Dickinson's handwritten dashes using many typographic symbols of varying length and angle; even R.W. Franklin's 1998 variorum ion of the poems, which aimed to supplant Johnson's ion as the scholarly standard text, used typeset dashes of varying length to approximate the manuscripts' dashes more closely. Some scholars claimed that the poems should be studied by reading the manuscripts themselves.
Music
Because of her frequent use of common metre, many of Dickinson's poems can easily be set to tunes (for example "I heard a fly buzz when I died- / The Stillness in the Room / Was like the Stillness in the Air / Between the Heaves of Storm"). Dickinson’s poetry has been used as texts for art songs by composers such as Aaron Copland and Nick Peros.
Because of this, one can also sing many of her poems to the tunes of either "The Yellow Rose of Texas" or the "Gilligan's Island" theme song.
""""A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day.
Emily Dickinson
A wounded deer leaps the highest.
Emily Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Emily Dickinson
Anger as soon as fed is dead - 'Tis starving makes it fat.
Emily Dickinson
Beauty is not caused. It is.
Emily Dickinson
Behavior is what a man does, not what he thinks, feels, or believes.
Emily Dickinson
Celebrity is the chastisement of merit and the punishment of talent.
Emily Dickinson
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb - or Dome of Worm - or Porch of Gnome - or some Elf's Catacomb?
Emily Dickinson
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
Emily Dickinson
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
Emily Dickinson
Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.
Emily Dickinson
For Love is Immortality.
Emily Dickinson
Forever is composed of nows.
Emily Dickinson
Fortune befriends the bold.
Emily Dickinson
He ate and drank the precious Words, his Spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, nor that his frame was Dust.
Emily Dickinson
His Labor is a Chant - his Idleness - a Tune - oh, for a Bee's experience of Clovers, and of Noon!
Emily Dickinson
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Emily Dickinson
How dreary - to be - somebody! How public - like a frog - to tell your name - the livelong June - to an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson
How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
Emily Dickinson
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Emily Dickinson
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name.
Emily Dickinson
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain.
Emily Dickinson
If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.
Emily Dickinson
Is wholesome even for the King.
Emily Dickinson
It is better to be the hammer than the anvil.
Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance, it is toil. Fortune is expensive smile is earned.
Emily Dickinson
Luck is not chance, it's toil; fortune's expensive smile is earned.
Emily Dickinson
Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
Emily Dickinson
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Emily Dickinson
People need hard times and oppression to develop psychic muscles.
Emily Dickinson
Remember if you marry for beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year: and when thou hast it, it will be to thee of no price at all.
Emily Dickinson
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church I keep it staying at Home With a Bobolink for a Chorister And an Orchard for a Dome.
Emily Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest by those who never succeed.
Emily Dickinson
Surgeons must be very careful. When they take the knife!, underneath their fine incisions, stirs the Culprit - Life!
Emily Dickinson
Tell the truth, but tell it slant.
Emily Dickinson
The possible's slow fuse is lit, by the Imagination.
Emily Dickinson
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a book to take us lands away nor any coursers like a page of prancing Poetry.
Emily Dickinson
They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity.
Emily Dickinson
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
Emily Dickinson
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so this side the victory!
Emily Dickinson
To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.
Emily Dickinson
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Emily Dickinson
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
Emily Dickinson
To whom the mornings are like nights, What must the midnights be!
Emily Dickinson
Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.
Emily Dickinson
Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon.
Emily Dickinson
Where thou art, that is home.
Emily Dickinson
Without suspecting our abode until we drive away.
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