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Issues Index | Next => Emily Dickinson was born at Amherst, Massachusetts on this day in 1830. She grew up in her parents' home, went to the Amherst Academy (which her grandfather had helped found and where her father was treasurer) and Holyoke Female Seminary, and upon returning home secluded herself until her death. She wrote over 1700 poems, but only a half dozen of them were published during her lifetime, anonymously and without her permission. Her sensitive poetry is rather surprising from someone who chose the life of a hermit.
Beauty is not caused. It is. Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine. Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell. To live is so startling it leaves time for little else.
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