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Biography TextOne of the finest oral communication poets in the English language, the American poet Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) was a keen observer of spirit and a wise interpreter of human passion. Her family and friends published most of her achievement posthumously.American poetry in the 19th century was rich and varied, ranging from the symbolical fantasies of Edgar Allan Poe through the moralistic quatrains of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow to the revolutionary free verse of Walt Whitman. In the privacy of her study Emily Dickinson developed her own cooks and pursued her own visions, inattentive of literary fashions and unconcerned with the changing national literature. If she was influenced at all by other writers, they were John Keats, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Robert and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Isaac Watts (his hymns), and the biblical prophets.Dickinson was born on Dec. 10, 1830, in Amherst, Mass., the firstborn daughter of Edward Dickinson, a successful lawyer, member of Co ngress, and for many years financial officer of.....Extended Biography TextTo be a poet was the sole dreaming of Emily Dickinson. She achieved what she called her immortality by total commitment to the task, allowing nothing to deter her or intervene. irrelevant to the myth that she would not deign to publish her verse, she made herculean efforts to rag out to a world that was not ready for the poems she offered her manner and form were fifty years ahead of her time. The lines from James Russell Lowells poem "The First blow" are typical of popular taste in Dickinsons time analyse them with ones immediately following by Dickinson on the same subject (poem 311)The lead by the nose had begun in the gloaming,Had been heaping field and highwayWith a silence deep and white.every pine and fir and hemlockWore ermine too dear for an earl,And the poorest whirl around on the elm-treeWas ridged inch deep with pearl.From sheds new-roofed with CarraraCame Chanticleers muffled crow, The stiff rail were softened to swans down,And still fluttered down the snow.1 stood and watched by the windowThe noiseless work of the sky,And the sudden flurried of snow-birds,