Emily Dickinson, just like Walt Whitman, is one of those writers whose works will be carried on forever. She had a great influence to the individual style of writing and wrote many great poems. Emily Dickinson was a unique girl though. She went to school away from home and than became homesick. She could not stand being away from home, making her have to come back and be home. After this, she rarely left the house and seldomly would visitors ever come stop by and see her. After seeing all of this about Emily, one can only imagine all the works that she must have on individualism. She was by herself all of the time so she would not be writing about others, it would just be about herself.
I'm nobody! Who are you? This is a poem that Emily Dickinson wrote is about having that person that will care for you and watch out for you. In it, two "nobody's" meet and they begin talking to each other and they form a close relationship.
And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
They soon realize that now they are not a nobody because they have each other. That is the message of the poem. It is trying to tell you that it is more important to have one person closely admire you, rather than a whole group of people doing it just to fit in. I think that Emily wrote about this because she did not have that person outside of her family feel this way about her. "Under the law, she was, indeed, a Nobody. Her revered, patriarchal father, Edward Dickinson, believed that, while women should be educated, a "proper woman" would maintain a low profile, confining her influence to the private sphere" (Leiter). Emily Dickinson really had no life outside writing and her family, and it must have been tough for her to write this because she probably dreamed of having friends, but she never got the opportunity to have them.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through --
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum --
Kept beating -- beating -- till I thought
My Mind was going numb --
And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space -- began to toll,
As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here -- (Dickinson)
The individual thoughts on Emily's writings come out here because she feels like she is losing everything now. She has writing and to write you have to think therefore if she loses writing she will have nothing left. It is sad to see this, but in writing this she regains her swagger and keeps going.
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