Alone Is Better: the Life of Emily Dickinson
I wanted to share an assignment for Warriner’s Grammar and Composition, Third Course that I’m fond of. It’s a paragraph about the life of Emily Dickinson, my hero, because she got rid of people. Let’s face it, with the exception of your parents, no one really has your best interests at heart. People are more trouble than they’re worth, and I’m a notorious loner. You can go ahead and call me the extreme-metal version of Morrissey.
I don’t care if nobody reads this blog, either.
Here’s the assignment, after I revised and edited it as much as I could:
“Alone Is Better: the Life of Emily Dickinson”
How could the best poet of all-time have been a recluse? Because she experienced life on a deeper level than those with people around. Some of her loner lifestyle wasn’t her doing. She had many fast-disappearing friends found through family. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that she bore an intensely-lived private life no one else could share or comprehend. Surprisingly, Emily never had the desire to publish her poetry. It was found after her death and published, never to be rivaled by “people who need people who are the luckiest people in the world.”