Emily Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson

Agenda
Goal for today:
2.1 Articulate responses to issues/themes by
expressing and supporting points of view; citing
I can express my point of
appropriate evidence and exploring multiple
view of the text by using
perspectives
evidence from the reading
and other’s perspectives.

 Author Bio: Who is Emily Dickinson


 Examination of Poem 479
 Video detailing how Emily writes her poems
 Group poem examinations
 Scaffolding Exercise
Who is Emily
Dickinson
 “the most paradoxical of
poets; the very poet of
paradox” (Oates, 806)

Oates, Joyce Carol. “Soul at the ___White Heat: The


___Romance of Emily Dickinson's Poetry.” Critical ___Inquiry,
vol. 13, no. 4, 1987, pp. 806–824.,
___https://doi.org/10.1086/448421.
Early Life
 B. Dec. 10, 1830 D. May
1886
- Heart Failure from severe
hypertension
 Born in Amherst
Massachusetts
 Father, Edward, was a
lawyer and state
representative & senator
Mental
Illness
 Suffered from a presence
called the Menace of
Death
 Worsened when people
died around her
 Cousin, Sophia Holland,
died from Typhus

 Yet, still attended


Amherst academy 1840-
1846 & Holyoke Female
Seminary for a year
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Faith and
Literature
 Not religious
 Read
- Charles Dickens
- Robert Browning
- Laureate Tennyson
- Bronte Sisters
- George Elliot
- Elizabeth Barrett
Browning

 She started to develop


her style
Civil War
 Emily Dickenson wrote
most of her poems
between 1858-1865

 Civil War lasted from


1861-1865

 Became a shut-in Civil War, February 1862: 1st battle of the 27th
Massachusetts a “glorious victory”

 Father died in 1874


How do we Have
her Poems?
 After Emily
Dickinson’s death,
Lavinia Dickinson,
her sister,
discovered more
than 1800 poems in
her room.
Because I could not stop for Death – Or rather – He passed Us –
He kindly stopped for me – The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves – For only Gossamer, my Gown –
And Immortality. My Tippet – only Tulle –

We slowly drove – He knew no haste We paused before a House that seemed


And I had put away A Swelling of the Ground –
My labor and my leisure too, The Roof was scarcely visible –
For His Civility – The Cornice – in the Ground –

We passed the School, where Children


Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
strove
Feels shorter than the Day
At Recess – in the Ring –
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
Were toward Eternity –
We passed the Setting Sun –

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