I have loved Emily Dickinson, and poetry in general, since reading her poetry in Mrs. Hicks' junior high school class. When I learned of her extreme introversion and that she was considered eccentric by neighbors I felt as though I had a kindred spirit of sorts. I was always fine around people I knew, but speaking in class or to someone I considered a stranger was mortifying. And I hated the telephone...I'm still not a huge fan but I have come to learn not to be afraid of people because we all struggle...in fact, I love learning about people and their interests. I often think how lovely it was that her poems had no titles and that her work already felt contemporary in 1800's. It's sad to think that Emily lived such a short and fearful life (she was only 55 when she passed away) but I am ever so grateful that she has left behind her beautiful poetry.
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