THE SUN WORSHIPPER

 

I'll tell you how the Sun rose,

A ribbon at a time.

The Steeples swam in Amethyst,

The news, like Squirrels, ran.

The Hills untied their Bonnets,

The Bobolinks begun,

Then I said softly to myself,

"That must have been the Sun."

I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose

~Emily Dickinson~

"Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10, 1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Little-known during her life, she has since been regarded as one of the most important figures in American poetry.  Miss Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts, into a prominent family with strong ties to its community. After studying at the Amherst Academy for seven years in her youth, she briefly attended the Mount Holyoke Female Seminary before returning to her family's home in Amherst. Evidence suggests that Miss Dickinson lived much of her life in isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a penchant for white clothing and was known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, even to leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most of her friendships were based entirely upon correspondence."  

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