Emily Dickinson

URI: https://gptkb.org/entity/Emily_Dickinson

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Predicate	Object
gptkbp:instanceOf	gptkb:person gptkb:poet
gptkbp:birthDate	1830-12-10
gptkbp:birthName	gptkb:Emily_Elizabeth_Dickinson
gptkbp:birthPlace	gptkb:Amherst,_Massachusetts,_United_States
gptkbp:deathDate	1886-05-15
gptkbp:deathPlace	gptkb:Amherst,_Massachusetts,_United_States
gptkbp:education	gptkb:Mount_Holyoke_Female_Seminary
gptkbp:father	gptkb:Edward_Dickinson
gptkbp:firstPublished	1890
gptkbp:genre	gptkb:poetry
https://www.w3.org/2000/01/rdf-schema#label	Emily Dickinson
gptkbp:influenced	gptkb:Adrienne_Rich gptkb:Alice_Fulton gptkb:Allen_Tate gptkb:Anne_Carson gptkb:Denise_Levertov gptkb:Elizabeth_Bishop gptkb:Emily_Brontë gptkb:Kay_Ryan gptkb:Louise_Glück gptkb:Mary_Oliver gptkb:Robert_Lowell gptkb:Susan_Howe gptkb:Sylvia_Plath
gptkbp:influencedBy	gptkb:Charlotte_Brontë gptkb:Elizabeth_Barrett_Browning gptkb:John_Keats gptkb:Ralph_Waldo_Emerson gptkb:Shakespeare gptkb:The_Bible gptkb:William_Wordsworth
gptkbp:knownFor	posthumous fame reclusive lifestyle unconventional use of form and syntax use of slant rhyme
gptkbp:language	English
gptkbp:mother	gptkb:Emily_Norcross_Dickinson
gptkbp:movement	gptkb:American_Romanticism gptkb:Modernism gptkb:Realism gptkb:Transcendentalism
gptkbp:nationality	gptkb:American
gptkbp:notableWork	gptkb:A_Bird_came_down_the_Walk gptkb:A_Clock_stopped gptkb:A_Day gptkb:A_Light_exists_in_Spring gptkb:A_Route_of_Evanescence gptkb:A_Service_of_Song gptkb:A_Spider_sewed_at_Night gptkb:A_Thunderstorm gptkb:A_Tooth_upon_Our_Peace gptkb:A_Word_dropped_careless_on_a_Page gptkb:A_Word_is_dead gptkb:A_narrow_Fellow_in_the_Grass gptkb:After_great_pain,_a_formal_feeling_comes gptkb:Ample_make_this_Bed gptkb:Angels,_in_the_early_morning gptkb:As_imperceptibly_as_Grief gptkb:At_Half_past_Three,_a_single_Bird gptkb:At_least—to_pray—is_left—is_left— gptkb:Beauty—be_not_caused—It_Is gptkb:Because_I_could_not_stop_for_Death gptkb:Blazing_in_Gold_and_quenching_in_Purple gptkb:By_a_flower—By_a_letter—By_a_nimble_love gptkb:Crumbling_is_not_an_instant's_Act gptkb:Dare_you_see_a_Soul_at_the_White_Heat? gptkb:Death_is_a_Dialogue_between gptkb:Distance—is_not_the_Realm_of_Fox gptkb:Drowning_is_not_so_pitiful gptkb:Exultation_is_the_going gptkb:Fame_is_a_bee gptkb:Fame_is_a_fickle_food gptkb:Far_from_Love_the_Heavenly_Father gptkb:Forever—is_composed_of_Nows gptkb:Further_in_Summer_than_the_Birds gptkb:He_fumbles_at_your_Soul gptkb:Heart,_we_will_forget_him! gptkb:Hope_is_a_subtle_glutton gptkb:Hope_is_the_thing_with_feathers gptkb:I_cannot_live_with_You gptkb:I_felt_a_Cleaving_in_my_Mind gptkb:I_felt_a_Funeral,_in_my_Brain gptkb:I_had_no_time_to_Hate gptkb:I_heard_a_Fly_buzz—when_I_died— gptkb:I_measure_every_Grief_I_meet gptkb:If_I_can_stop_one_Heart_from_breaking gptkb:Much_Madness_is_divinest_Sense gptkb:My_Life_had_stood—a_Loaded_Gun— gptkb:Success_is_counted_sweetest gptkb:The_Brain—is_wider_than_the_Sky— gptkb:The_Bustle_in_a_House gptkb:The_Soul_selects_her_own_Society gptkb:There_is_no_Frigate_like_a_Book gptkb:This_is_my_letter_to_the_World gptkb:Wild_Nights_–_Wild_Nights! After all Birds have been investigated and laid aside A Man may make a Remark All overgrown by cunning moss An awful Tempest mashed the air At the end of the day Before I got my eye put out Bereavement in their death to feel Bring me the sunset in a cup By Chivalries as tiny By such and such an offering Could I but ride indefinite Delight becomes pictorial Departed—to the judgment Did the Harebell loose her girdle Each that we lose takes part of us Eden is that old-fashioned House Finite—to fail, but infinite—to venture Flowers—Well—if anybody Forbidden fruit a flavor has From Blank to Blank Glory is that bright tragic thing God gave a loaf to every bird Going to Heaven! Good night! which put the candle out? Grief is a Mouse How happy is the little Stone I am afraid to own a Body I cannot dance upon my Toes I died for Beauty—but was scarce I have a Bird in spring I like to see it lap the Miles I never saw a Moor I reason, Earth is short I taste a liquor never brewed I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— I took my Power in my Hand I'm Nobody! Who are you? I'm ceded – I've stopped being Theirs It was not Death, for I stood up I’m Nobody! Who are you? Life is over there— Nature, the gentlest mother Safe in their Alabaster Chambers Some keep the Sabbath going to Church Tell all the truth but tell it slant
gptkbp:occupation	gptkb:poet
gptkbp:period	19th century
gptkbp:religion	gptkb:Protestantism
gptkbp:restingPlace	gptkb:West_Cemetery,_Amherst,_Massachusetts
gptkbp:sibling	gptkb:Austin_Dickinson gptkb:Lavinia_Norcross_Dickinson
gptkbp:signature	Emily Dickinson signature.svg
gptkbp:subjectOf	gptkb:A_Quiet_Passion gptkb:The_Belle_of_Amherst gptkb:Wild_Nights_with_Emily
gptkbp:verseNumber	approximately 1,800
gptkbp:bfsParent	gptkb:The_Atlantic_Monthly
gptkbp:bfsLayer	2