Beneath the still surface of the poetess, life lays a fiercely passionate nature and a closely guarded secret, that argues her biographer.
The most beautiful makeup of a woman is passion.
But cosmetics are easier to buy.
Emily Dickinson was a wonderful poet whose life has remained a mystery by the time and had remained controversial always. The running time has come to dispel the myth of a quaint and helpless creature, disappointed in love, who gave up on life. It was observed that she was unafraid of her own passions and talent; that her brother's sexual betrayal and the subsequent family feud had a profound effect on the Dickinson legend that has come down to us; and perhaps most significantly.
When she was born in 1830 into the leading family of Amherst, a college town in Massachusetts, she never left what she always called "my father's house". Townsfolk usually spoke of her as "the Myth".
On the face of it, the life of this New England poet seemed uneventful and largely invisible, rather forceful. She called it a "still – Volcano – Life", and that volcano rumbles beneath the domestic surface of her poetry and a thousand letters.
Feminism isn't about making women stronger.
Women are already strong.
It's about changing the way the world perceives that strength.
Far from the helplessness she played up at times, she was uncompromising; until the explosion in her family, as she lived on her own terms.
At 17, as a student at Mount Holyoke in 1848, she refused to bend to the founder of her college, the formidable Mary Lyon. At this time Massachusetts was the scene of a religious revival opposed to the inroads of science. Emily, who had chosen mostly science courses, makes her allegiance clear:
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see –
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