We do not play on Graves— Because there isn't Room— Besides—it isn't even—it slants And People come— And put a Flower on it— And hang their faces so— We're fearing that their Hearts will drop— And crush our pretty play— And so we move as far As Enemies—away— Just looking round to see how far It is—Occasionally—

In 1981 The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson was publiEmily Dickinsond. Emily eventually sent her over three hundred letters more than to any other correspondent over the course of their friendship. When the simple funeral was held in the Homestead's entrance hall Emily stayed in her room with the door cracked open.

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10 1830 – May 15 1886) was an American poet. Many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality two recurring topics in letters to her friends.