Aug 07

Famous Poet – Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson was perhaps one of the most famous female poets in history, especially for a female American Poet. She was born on December 10th 1830 and died on May 15th 1886. She became known as a recluse who stopped greeting guests and often would never leave her room. Most of her friendships were carried out by written correspondence. She may have had agoraphobia or been partially agoraphobic, but this is not stated or known factually.
Emily Dickinson has written an estimated eighteen hundred poems in her life with only less than a dozen published. Her poems typically contained short lines and lacked titles, often using slant rhyme and unconventional punctuation. Many of her poems dealt with the themes of death and immortality which was also one of the high topics of her written letters.

Here are some of my favorite Emily Dickinson poems from “The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson”

MUCH madness is divinest sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails. 5
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.

YOUR riches taught me poverty.
Myself a millionnaire
In little wealths,”as girls could boast,–
Till broad as Buenos Ayre,

You drifted your dominions
A different Peru;
And I esteemed all poverty,
For life’s estate with you.

Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems,
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems

So much that, did I meet the queen,
Her glory I should know:
But this must be a different wealth,
To miss it beggars so.

I ’m sure ’t is India all day
To those who look on you
Without a stint, without a blame,
Might I but be the Jew!

I ’m sure it is Golconda,
Beyond my power to deem,–
To have a smile for mine each day,
How better than a gem!

At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its distance to behold!

It’s far, far treasure to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!

THE SOUL that has a Guest,
Doth seldom go abroad,
Diviner Crowd at home
Obliterate the need,
And courtesy forbid
A Host’s departure, when
Upon Himself be visiting
The Emperor of Men!