a study in the very small: Emily Dickinson

Her Life in Amherst   Highly educated  Respected family  Hobbies: gardening and cooking  Keen observer of nature  Wrote over 1700 poems

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -- A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That must have been the sun.”

But how he set, I know not. There seemed a purple stile Which little yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while. Till when they reached the other side, A dominic in gray Put gently up the evening bars, And led the flock away.

Benefits of Reading Emily Dickinson

Life as a Recluse  the Homestead  Life of isolation  Keen writer of letters  Poetry reflects  Preoccupation with Death  Small moments of inspiration  Her loneliness

I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you -- Nobody -- too? Then there’s a pair of us? Don’t tell! They’d advertise -- you know!

How dreary -- to be -- Somebody! How public -- like a Frog -- To tell one’s name -- the livelong June -- To an admiring Bog!