Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was a very famous American
poet. She wrote about 2,000 poems; but only four were published in her
lifetimes. No one wanted to publish her work because it was different from
other poets wrote. After Dickinson died, her poems were finally published. Then
she became famous. But it was too late…
Some thing about Emily Dickinson`s
life are strange and mysterious. She was born in 1830 in Amherst,
Massachusetts, to a rich and well-known family. She had a brother and a sister.
Emily was a shy and quiet, but she had friends. She went to parties like other
young girls her age and met young men. But she didn`t fall in love with any of
them and never married.
After a while, Emily Dickinson
didn`t want to see her friends. She stayed home. She read, worked in the garden
and wrote poetry. Dickinson wrote her poems everywhere. She wrote them on bits
of newspaper or anything that was near. Later, she wrote them out carefully.
When she was 28, something happened. Dickinson was very upset. No one knows
why. Some people say she loved a married man. Others say she was unhappy
because nobody wanted to publish her poetry. She continued to write anyway.
As she got older Dickinson
wanted to be alone more often. When someone
came to the house, she ran upstairs to hide. For the last 16 years of her life,
she never left her home. The curtains were always closed. She dressed only in
white. One day Dickinson became ill, but she didn`t let the doctor in her room.
Her could only see her from the doorway.
Dickinson died at the age of
55.Her sister found her poems and they were finally published. Sadly, Emily
Dickinson didn`t live to enjoy her great success…
"Nature"
Is What We See
"Nature"
is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.
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