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Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts. Emily was born into a middle class family. She was well and contended She was a very good child, but little trouble. Dickson attended primary school in a two - story building on Pleasant Street. Her father Edward Dickson wanted his children well educated and he followed their progress even while on business. On September 7, 1840 Emily and her sister Lavinia started together at Amherst Academy, a former boys' school that had opened to female students just two years earlier.

Teenage years

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Dickinson spent seven years at the Academy, taking classes in English, classical - literature, Latin, botany, geology, history, mental philosophy, and arithmetic. She had a few terms off due to illness: the longest absence was a year, when she was only enrolled for eleven weeks. Dickinson was troubled from a young age because of death, especially the death of people close to her. When Sophia Holland, her second cousin and a friend, grew ill from typhus- a disease caused by those transmitted by fleas, lice, or mites. After her cousins death Dickinson was traumatized.

When Emily was eighteen, Dickinson's family befriended a young attorney by the name Benjamin Franklin Newton. Although their relationship was probably not romantic, Newton was a formative influence. Newton introduced her writings to William Wordsworth, and his gift to her of Ralph Waldo Emerson's first book of collected poems had a liberating effect. Newton held her in high regard, believing in and recognizing her as a poet. When he was dying of tuberculosis, he wrote to her, saying that he would like to live until she achieved the greatness he foresaw.

Adult Hood

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One of Emily Poems

By, Emily Dickinson

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They shut me up in Prose –

As when a little Girl

They put me in the Closet

Because they liked me "still" –

Still! Could themself have peeped –

And seen my Brain – go round –

They might as wise have lodged a Bird

For Treason – in the Pound –


In this poem Dickinson explains the way she feels, She expresses her feelings through this poem. This poem is also about how she feel when someone dies. When her second cousin Sophia Holland died the her parents sent her home to stay with her family in Boston to recover. In ( lines 3 & 4) she shows how she felt about her parents sending her away. What stood out for me was the way she expressed her feelings. Another thing that stood out to me was her use of figurative language. One example of figurative language is a metaphor :They put me in the closet because the liked me "still". Her parents did not really lock her in a closet but she felt trapped.

She was inspired by many people in her life, two of the people that inspired her were Benjamin Franklin Newton and William Wordsworth. Dickinson's family befriended

Newton when she was eighteen. When he was dying of tuberculosis, he wrote to her saying that he would like to live until she achieved she achieved the greatest he foresaw. Biographers believe that Dickinson's statement of 1862 - "When a little Girl,

I had a friend, who taught me immortality - but venturing very too near, himself - he never returned" - refers to Newton. This show that Dickinson was inspired by Newton and his work.

A door just opened by Emily Dickinson:

A door just opened on the street--

I, lost, was passing by--

An instant's warmth disclosed

And wealth, and company.

The door as sudden shut, and I,

I, lost, was passing by, --

Lost doubly, but by contrast most,

Enlightening misery.

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( Thomas Wentworth Higginson)


A Clock Stopped -- Not The Mantel's

"Heaven"—is what I cannot reach!

Many other Poems were:

A Book

A Clock stopped

A Bird came down