Emily Dickenson (1830-1886), was an American Poetess who born in Amherst, Massachusetts on December 10, 1830. She grew up in a family dedicated in educational and political avocation. Her father was a lawyer and treasurer of Amherst College, and has served the Congress. She was educated at Amherst Academy (1834-47) and Mount Holyoke Female Seminary (1847-48).

At age 23, She backed out from social activities and obsessed herself into writing. Her work was influenced by poets of seventeenth-century England. She adored the poetry of John Keats, John Ruskin, Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Brownin. She never got married, despite speculation about some possible saddened love affairs.

Emily Dickenson's works have had noticeable influence in today’s poetry. Her use of dashes, unorthodoxy metaphors, occasional capitalization, have honorary her influence in American literature as innovative poets of 19th-century.

After her death in Cambridge on May 15, 1886 over 1750 poems were discovered and brought out by her sister Lavinia. Only nine of Dickenson's poems were published during her lifetime. The first volume of her work was published subsequent in 1890 and became popular. Despite its editorial error, Lavinia edited three volumes from 1891 to 1896.

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Letters of Love
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Emily Dickenson Love Poems

I BRING AN UNACCUSTOMED WINE

I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.

Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my brimming eyes away,
And come next hour to look.

The hands still hug the tardy glass;
The lips I would have cooled, alas!
Are so superfluous cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.

Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it remained to speak.

And so I always bear the cup
If, haply, mine may be the drop
Some pilgrim thirst to slake,--

If, haply, any say to me,
"Unto the little, unto me,"
When I at last awake.

Heart, we will forget him!

Heart, we will forget him!
You an I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done, pray tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging.
I may remember him!

I gave myself to him

I GAVE myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way.

The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, ’t is mutual risk,—
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.

There is Another Sky

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

Proud Of My Broken Heart

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ‘till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, my humility

Love is anterior to life

Love is anterior to life
Love is anterior to life,
Posterior to death,
Initial of creation, and
The exponent of breath.

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