“You don’t have to be a room to be haunted, ” said Emily Dickinson. Few characters in the world of poetry have been so psychologically enigmatic. Therefore, in works like me I felt a burial in my brain, according to many experts, several clues seem to explain why he decided to retire forever in his room, becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming more of the world and society.
Over the decades there has been much speculation about the possible disorder suffered by the famous American poet, whose imprisonment began in 1864, when he was about 30 years old, and ended on the day of his death, when he was 55 years old. chose to dress in white and never cross that line that divided the boundaries of his bedroom space.
- This chosen isolation allowed him to immerse himself fully in his literary work.
- Perhaps this solitude inspired him enough for his artistic creation.
- But gradually also transformed it into little more than a ghost behind a window.
- Dickinson was unable to attend his father’s funeral.
- Which took place in his own home.
In 2003, Dr. David F. Maas, a physician at the University of Minnesota, conducted an interesting study that would be published under the title Reflections on Self-Reflections in Literature, which analyzed the emotional state of the writer.
Since then, other books have been published through which we can get a rough idea of the mental demons that devoured Emily Dickinson’s Life, which, in turn, gave her an undeniable creative impulse.
“I felt a funeral in my brain, did the mourners come and go?Crawling? Until it seems that the meaning has been completely broken?
and when everyone was sitting, a liturgy, like a drum?Did it start ringing until I thought my mind was staying silent?(?) -Emily Dickinson-
Poets have always had the skillful ability to immerse themselves like no other in their complex mental oceans. Edgar Allan Poe himself, for example, wrote in his poem Alone that “since my childhood, I have never been like the others, I have not seen how others see them, and everything I wanted, I wanted alone”.
In a way, most of these artists, often equally marked by an extraordinary genius and also by illness, have always been very aware of their uniqueness. Emily Dickinson even writes in her poem A Funeral in My Brain that her own madness is, in fact, the most divine sense, the one that allows her to write and makes her suffer deeply, let’s look at more details about that.
First of all, what you have to understand about Emily Dickinson is that (like many other people) she has not suffered a single psychological state, in addition, other physical, organic, etc. problems arise, in the case of the poet, Experts believe she suffered several episodes of migraine.
“I have a drum in my brain, which beats and leaves my mind numb. “
There are researchers on Emily Dickinson’s work who support a curious idea, according to them, choosing to isolate themselves from the world and retreat to their rooms was a way to deepen their work, however, several aspects must be taken into account. .
Doctors at that time came to inform the family that Emily suffered from a rare disease called “nervous prostration. ” However, today, most psychiatrists associate these symptoms with social anxiety and severe agoraphobia.
Cindie Makenzie’s book Wider Than the Sky: Essays and Meditations on the Healing Power of Emily Dickinson explains how this writer used poetry to control her own illness, always well aware that something was going on and that these mental demons, as she called them, obscured reason, meaning and balance.
And I, and silence, a particular race
Broken, lonely, here?.
Steven Winhusen, a physician at Johns Hopkins University, did an interesting study on Emily Dickinson and found something interesting. In his opinion, the famous writer actually suffered from a schizotypal personality disorder. Because of the graphic information he gives in his poems, the deterioration of his writing, his thoughts, his need for isolation, his creative genius and the emotions that permeate his verses, this diagnosis seems to fit.
Emily Dickinson died on 15 May 1886 from Bright’s disease, a kidney disease that, curiously, also cost Mozart her life, and was buried in her city cemetery, following the instructions she had left: in a white vanilla coffin.
The reason for his confinement is and will always be an enigma, a fantastic mystery, like his own poems. The secret accompanied her to the coffin, but in addition to the suffering she undoubtedly had in life because of her “mental demons,” we still retain her legacy. We still have his vast work, as well as his brilliant lyrics endowed with absolute refinement and creativity.