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Emily was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, USA. She remained at home and did not marry. She attended college in a nearby school for one year, and later made one trip as far as Washington and two or three trips to Boston. After 1862 she became a total recluse, not leaving her house nor seeing even close friends.
The range of her poetry suggests not her limited experiences but the power of her creativity and imagination. She had only seven poems published during her lifetime. Many of her 1.800 poems were published in 1890's, and she was rediscovered by the literary world in 1920's.
Her poems are short, based on a single image or symbol.
She writes about love, nature, mortality and immortality, success, failure. She writes of these things so brilliantly that she is now ranked as one of America's great poets.
(Adapted from "Highlights of American Literature", Book II - pages 53, 54, 55, 56, 57)
For reading:
I'M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog.
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
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THIS IS MY LETTER TO THE WORLD
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, -
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
The range of her poetry suggests not her limited experiences but the power of her creativity and imagination. She had only seven poems published during her lifetime. Many of her 1.800 poems were published in 1890's, and she was rediscovered by the literary world in 1920's.
Her poems are short, based on a single image or symbol.
She writes about love, nature, mortality and immortality, success, failure. She writes of these things so brilliantly that she is now ranked as one of America's great poets.
(Adapted from "Highlights of American Literature", Book II - pages 53, 54, 55, 56, 57)
For reading:
I'M NOBODY! WHO ARE YOU?
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us - don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog.
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
...............................................................................................................
THIS IS MY LETTER TO THE WORLD
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, -
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
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