It is hard to recall my exact first encounter with Emily Dickinson. In some ways, I feel as though I have always known her. I remember quoting A word is dead! When it is said, / Some say. / I say is just / Begins to live / That day to my Junior High language arts class. Throughout the years, Dickinson has grown with me, in me. In the summer of 2000, I began an independent study focusing on EDu27s fascicles. It was during that summer that I chose to focus on F.18, by virtue of the fact that it contains u22After Great Pain,u22 a poem which is the quintessence of my fascination with ED. I came to see this fascicle as a microcosm, a distilled version of EDu27s personal crises and her crucial relationship with the world.
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