Emily Dickinson was an interestingly introverted woman during her lifetime, and a lot of her writing encompassed that. During the 1880s, Dickinson was often gossiped about and many noticed she never left her father’s house. In her lifetime, she only published 10 poems, all of which were published anonymously. She even “begged those closest to her to burn her papers after her death. They refused, instead startling audiences by publishing [her] unusual lyrics, with their passionate intensity, broken meter, slant rhymes, and unconventional dashes and capitalizations.” (480) Both of the poems “303” and “465” show, in subtle ways, the complex and closed-in world in which Dickinson lived.
Dickinson definitely shied away from social interaction, and hardly, if ever, left her house, which gave her plenty of time to write. In her poem “303,” on page 483, each stanza describes her lonely, quiet lift. “The Could selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – To her divine Majority – Present no more –“; Dickinson seems to be saying that she is shutting out the world, or her “Society” that she lives in, she “shuts the Door” to the majority of people, except maybe her family. She lives with her father, so we know that she keeps in contact with him.
The second stanza talks about Chariots pausing “at her low Gate – Unmoved – an Emperor be kneeling Upon her Mat –“ which, in my opinion, says that people would check on her, waiting at the gate (waiting at her mailbox or at the end of her driveway?), waiting to see if she’d ever come out of hiding. Even in the third stanza, Dickinson portrays the narrator as having to choose to stay inside, “close the Valves of her attention – Like Stone -,” not moving when people wait at their gate. Both Emily Dickinson and the narrator of the poem “303” are shy, timid, reserved, and seem to be enveloped behind their homes, “Like Stone.”
Dickinson’s poem “465” seems to not only talk about being shielded away from everyone, but also like a part of her (or her character in the poem) has lost a piece of their soul. With stillness in the air, flies buzzing, between heaves of the storm, Dickinson’s tone in this poem seems dreary, depressing, and lonely, “With Blue – uncertain stumbling Buzz – Between the light – and me – And then the Windows failed – and then I could not see to see –“ It’s so lonesome and quiet in the confines of her home that the only noise is the buzzing fly. Between the windows, there is light on one side and her on the other side, which could be a hidden metaphor of light and dark – light is on the outside, where it’s sunny, bright, and full of life; and she is on the inside, where it is dark, cold, and dreary.
When Dickinson writes, “I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air –“ has a lot more meaning to it than comes off. Something dark and sad must have happened to Dickinson for her writing to be how it is. She could have had a close relative die, whom she was close to, and she portrays that sadness through her poems.