Emily Dickinson was born on December 10, 1830, in Amherst, Massachusetts, to 
            
 Emily Narcross Dickinson and Edward Dickinson. The poet was the second of three 
            
 children, being a year younger than her brother, William Austin, and two years older 
            
 than her sister, Lavinia.   (Bloom 187).
            
     	 A lively, curious child, Emily described herself as being "small, like the wren" 
            
 with "bold hair, like the chestnut bur" and large brown eyes "like the sherry in the glass, 
            
 that the guest leaves." At school she was considered a bright student whose English 
            
 compositions were, according to her brother, "unlike anything ever heard?and always 
            
 produced a sensation?both with the scholars and teachers?her imagination 
            
 sparkled?and she gave it free reign." A voracious reader, she especially admired the 
            
 craftsmanship of accomplished women writers such as Charlotte Brontë, George Eliot, 
            
 and Elizabeth Barrett Browning.  (Kort )
            
 Dickinson's major themes were spirituality, nature, passion, love, individual 
            
 integrity, and death. Devoting herself entirely to the exploration of these themes in her 
            
 remarkably original voice, Dickinson became one of America's most important and 
            
  Her extraordinary talent was not recognized until after her death, with the 
            
 publication of 1,775 of her poems. Known as "Queen Recluse," Dickinson used poetry 
            
 as a way to communicate with a world from which, except in her imagination, she 
            
 withdrew. Today her deceptively simple verse is praised for its originality, imagery, and 
            
 stylistic complexity.  (Cullen-Dupont)
            
   	During the mid-1860s, Dickinson wrote prolifically. In 1862 alone she produced 
            
 more than 350 poems. She was a master at paring down language to its bare 
            
 essentials. The majority of her poems were brief; almost all were untitled. Her writing 
            
 was triggered by simple things?a bird's song, a blade of grass, a particular angle of 
            
 light during winter'to which she pa...