Here are the marvelous first two pages of an appreciation of
our 21st cousin, Emily Dickinson, from
The Procession of Masks by Herbert Gorman, 1923. Gorman suggests that Emily's poems themselves are recluses, that they are unpremeditated footnotes to Emily's solitary life, that they are strange jewels set upon the unobtrusive thread of her days, and that they possess an inborn natural magic that no practice can make possible, since they are "flashes struck into existence by by the contact of an extraordinary mind with life."