Emily Dickinson

I've been reading a lot of Emily Dickinson's poems and reading a lot about Emily Dickinson herself, who was a very interesting person. When she was younger she was just like any other kid, happy, outgoing, loving. Except she was very smart. When she was younger she spent seven years at Amherst academy, and made some very good friends there, one of them being her best friend, Susan Gilbert, who later married her brother. But she was plagued with pain from loved ones dying, they would die all around her. towards the end of her life she wrote

"The dying has been to deep for me, and before I could raise my Heart from one, another has come."

Leonard Humphrey, was a principle and friends with Emily, died when he was 25. This upset her greatly, writing

"...Some of my friends are gone, and some of my friends are sleeping- sleeping the church yard sleep- the hour of evening is sad-it was once my study hour-my master has gone to rest, and the open leaf of the book, and the scholars at school alone, make the tears come, and I cannot brush them away; I would not if I could, for they are the only tribute i could pay the departed Humphrey."

Her mom got sick and was bed ridden until she died, and guess who took care of her? Emily.
When her mother died, she wrote,

"We were never intimate... While she was our mother- but mines in the same ground meet by tunneling and when she became our child- the Affection came."

At around the age of 20 she started to seclude herself from the out side world. She would stay in the house, only leaving if it was absolutely necessary. Though there was one group of people she didn't seclude herself from...the neighborhood children. They all liked her, and probably new her the best out of everyone in her town. There's a story that says sense her room was on the second story she would fill a bucket full of candy, send it down to the children with a rope. That sounds so cute to me!

Emily Dickinson ,I believe, would have flourished in today's day and age, because she loved writing letters. That's how she had friends threw letters...imagine her with the Internet.

But anyways, a lot more people she loved and cared for died, before she, herself, died in 1886. She died of Bright's disease. Her brother said "the day was awful... she ceased to breathe that terrible breathing just before the (afternoon) whistle sounded for six"

In her life only 7 poems were published, and she didn't even want them to be published.

You should really look her up and read about her, shes very interesting.

She reminds me of me, I guess. The way she was shy, and the way she was good with children. But I'm not super intelligent, I don't even know how to spell the word intelligent! But I don't think she understood why people had to die, and go threw all that heart ache. For some reason, I don't think she herself was afraid of death, I think she was scared of people she loved dying, tormented with it, really. -Sarah