Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson was a very complex figure, and everyone tries to claim her for their camp - Cultists, Christians, Psychiatrists, Sardinians, etc., - but I guess the truth is that, although there's a certain amount of truth in all these positions, Emily Dickinson is just too big to be contained. She bursts free of all categories. Like her poems she explodes into a multiplicity of meanings, perhaps because, like them she wasn't about something, but about everything. Somethings I found interesting was that she was how playful Dickinson was. " I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us!." She can also be sarcastic ""Faith" is a fine invention. When Gentlemen can see -But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency. She was also desperate or sound that way. ""Hope" is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words-"She could also be self-aware.
"meant to have but modest needs -Such as Content - and Heaven -Within my income - these could lie And Life and I - keep even -". She is a poet of strikingly apt and totally original phrases imbued with a deep resonance of thought and observation, especially on her favorite subjects, life, death and love. She can be cryptic and her references and allusions are sometimes too private for us to catch. She can also be amazingly terse. Emily Dickinson is an extremely powerful and misunderstood poet and, indeed, have spent several ultimately worthwhile hours poring over her short poems to discover the sexual/spiritual depths. For the record: I think part of Dickinson's persona is sadomachistic, but it is only a piece of a complex puzzle.
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Having gone through an 11th grade english class where we learned a lot about Emliy Dickinson I understand this topic. Seeing as your essay title is "Who is emily dickinson.How do you feel about her writings?" I would imagine that you would give a little more insight on who she was as a person. You might want to talk about how she was an antisocialist, and depressed. She locked herself in her room anytime guests came over and only talked to one person her whole life. She was forced into showing her poems to someone and even then she only showed a few. The rest were not found until after her death, leaving us with only an echo of her voice. This essay could have been written a lot better.. it needs to be longer in order to get your thoughts across. and in writing always remember, no one knows what you mean except yourself. Always explain as if the person reading has no background (unless otherwise told in instruction given by your teacher)
~Katy
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