When she died in 1886, Emily Dickinson left 1,775 poems, carefully bundled and dated, in the drawer of her dresser.
Almost none of these poems had been published because Dickinson did not want them read while she was alive.
Her sister, however, soon arranged for several volumes to be printed, and today Dickinson is considered one of the greatest American poets of all times.
Dickinson spent almost her whole life in Amherst, Massachusetts.
Although she corresponded with a few other writers, she rarely saw guests after the late 1860s and did not venture out farther than her garden.
Yet her life was full of emotion and wonder, as simple but powerful poems such as this one reveal:
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,
One clover, and a bee And reverie.
The reverie alone will do If bees are few.