Emily Dickinson's poetry has a simplicity and freshness to it that moves, provokes, delights, and enlightens the reader. A reclusive woman who lived simply, Dickinson yet wrote poetry of great import that questioned the nature of immortality and death in verse of great metaphysical depth. Such poems as "Because I Could Not Stop for Death," "My Life Closed Twice Before Its Close," and "The Soul Selects Her Own Society" are profound metaphysical discussions.
Then, there are Miss Dickinson's poems that celebrate nature, such as "I'll tell You How the Sun Rose," a poem of moving imagery:
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--
And, then, there are those that reveal both the tie of nature and humans:
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!
This poem also touches those of us who enjoy solitude and anonymity, much like Miss Dickinson. So, for many there is a sympathy for the sensitivity of certain of us that Dickinson so poignantly expresses.