10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Why Do I Love" You, Sir?
"Faith" Is A Fine Invention
Will you tell me my fault, frankly as to yourself, for I had rather wince, than die. Men do not call the surgeon to commend the bone, but to set it, Sir.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), U.S. poet. Letter, July 1862, to Thomas Wentworth Higginson. The Letters of Emily Dickinson, vol. 2 (1958). Higginson, an author, critic, and retired Unitarian minister, had received his first letter from Dickinson April 15, 1862, with four poems enclosed; the correspondence continued throughout her life. Higginson, in the role of literary mentor, eventually cooperated in producing a volume of her poems in 1890, though only after making significant textual changes.
09 Jan 10:25
Mohammed Asim Nehal
04 Jan 12:03
She is a born poetess, when you read her it appears as if you have seen such things personally although there is a generation gap between her writing and readers yet I suppose those who will read her after a century will still feel the same.
29 Dec 2018 01:58