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>Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) is one of America’s greatest and most original poets of all time. She took definition as her province and challenged the existing definitions of poetry and the poet’s work. Like writers such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, and Walt Whitman, she experimented with expression in order to free it from conventional restraints. Like writers such as Charlotte Brontë and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, she crafted a new type of persona for the first person. The speakers in Dickinson’s poetry, like those in Brontë’s and Browning’s works, are sharp-sighted observers who see the inescapable limitations of their societies as well as their imagined and imaginable escapes. To make the abstract tangible, to define meaning without confining it, to inhabit a house that never became a prison, Dickinson created in her writing a distinctively elliptical language for expressing what was possible but not yet realized. Like the Concord Transcendentalists whose works she knew well, she saw poetry as a double-edged sword. While it liberated the individual, it as readily left him ungrounded. The literary marketplace, however, offered new ground for her work in the last decade of the 19th century. When the first volume of her poetry was published in 1890, four years after her death, it met with stunning success. Going through 11 editions in less than two years, the poems eventually extended far beyond their first household audiences. Dickinson is now known as one of the most important American poets, and her poetry is widely read among people of all ages and interests.

>>20163812
>Dick in son
kek, Freud was right all along.

Great as always from Emily. A noble sentiment too.

Terrible as always from Emily. A vapid sentiment too.

Why did she capitalize random words?

>>20165103
People used to do that, especially capitalizing nouns (like in modern German writing), though I don't know if that was still common practice in Dickinson's time.

>>20165103
She was a rapper

>>20165103
She was larping as a 17th century writer

>>20163810
how tf did she pronounce Poetry

>>20166509
>he thinks Emily is going to conform to his petty notions of phonetic consistency

A whispering wind swallows the valleys
And a red moon rises
Look inside the fire

When you find it outside
Say that's just them
There you are again

Beside your hearth
Your shadow dances behind you

>>20163810
she was basically a proto-femcel
how the fuck did she write such good poetry

my whole life ive bought into the belief that you need to live an exciting life to be able to write good but with all the mountians ive climbed, oceans ive swam in, and countries visited, i cant write anything that compares to that spinster shut in bitch

yes im mad

HEART, we will forget him!
You and I, to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me,
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!


this poem convinced me that emily was, at the very least, not a complete autismo.

>>20163810
wow, how did she write this in 1286?

>>20163810
>w*m*n "writers"
Is there anything more cringe

>>20166751
>Is there anything more cringe
Your sex life

>>20166763
I'm not married, why would I have a sex life?

>>20166558
what do you even like about her

My lego fleshlight

Thank you family, I really needed this,
A 500 pack of assorted bricks for Christmas.
Fuck the other packs, like Avengers & Minecraft
I needed the plain blocks to build a house for my shaft.

Lego Vaginas, don't quite exist,
which is why I needed it on my amazon wish list.
Fucking it was hard and I regret my decision,
I accidently gave myself a circumcision.

>>20166509
correctly
Poe-eh-tray

>>20166751
its ok anon, shes trans. shes not a real women, so its not cringe.

>>20165123
Indeed it was, but more especially pronounced in her writing because most of it was unedited.