Alter | 55 Jahre (verstorben) |
Beruf | Dichter, Gärtner, Schriftsteller |
Geburtsdatum | Freitag, 10. Dezember 1830 |
Geburtsort | Amherst, Massachusetts, U.S. |
Todesdatum | Samstag, 15. Mai 1886 |
Todesort | Massachusetts's 10th congressional district |
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Beschreibung | Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (10. Dezember 1830 - 15. Mai 1886) war eine amerikanische Dichterin. Zu Lebzeiten wenig bekannt, gilt sie heute als eine der wichtigsten Persönlichkeiten der amerikanischen Poesie. Dickinson wurde in Amherst, Massachusetts, in eine prominente Familie mit starken Bindungen zu ihrer Gemeinde geboren. Nachdem sie in ihrer Jugend sieben Jahre lang an der Amherst Academy studiert hatte, besuchte sie kurzzeitig das Mount Holyoke Female Seminary, bevor sie in das Haus ihrer Familie in Amherst zurückkehrte. |
Where thou art, that is home.
Beauty is not caused. It is.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
They say that God is everywhere, and yet we always think of Him as somewhat of a recluse.
For love is immortality.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all.
Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.
I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Old age comes on suddenly, and not gradually as is thought.
Find ecstasy in life the mere sense of living is joy enough.
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
