Emily Dickinson entered her room with Maggie, pretends to lock the door and says: "Maggie, here is freedom"
While reading Emily Dickinson's poems, I could only think about a miserable, lonely, weak woman... 'I felt a Funeral, in my Brain' made me feel the saddest person in the world and that non-ending ending was just disturbing, exhausting, scary; this poem kept me thinking some minutes about life, my life, the life of everyone I love.Loners can sometimes create the most sublime works of art. I take my hat off.
