Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) is a major American poet of startling originality. Daughter of a successful lawyer, she was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. She never married and she lived at home all her life. By her mid twenties she began to withdraw into her inner home or meet strangers. She started writing poetry in her twenties and wrote more than 1700 short poems, but only seven were published in her lifetime.

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