@msolga,
SEVERAL interesting comments here that I want to respond to but I'm flying out the door to a meeting . (more later)
msolga, the exact E,D. quotation was from a letter to Thomas Wentworth Higginson who was 'sort of' an advisor to her:
"When I state myself, as the Representative of the Verse it does not mean me but a supposed person"
Here is one of many E. D. poems I like:
#561
I measure every Grief I meet
With narrow, probing, Eyes
I wonder if It weighs like Mine
Or has an Easier size.
I wonder if They bore it long
Or did it just begin
I could not tell the Date of Mine
It feels so old a pain
I wonder if it hurts to live
And if They have to try
And whether could They choose between
It would not be to die
I note that Some gone patient long
At length, renew their smile
An imitation of a Light
That has so little Oil
I wonder if when Years have piled
Some Thousands on the Harm
That hurt them early such a lapse
Could give them any Balm
Or would they go on aching still
Through Centuries of Nerve
Enlightened to a larger Pain
In Contrast with the Love
The Grieved are many I am told
There is the various Cause
Death is but one and comes but once
And only nails the eyes
There's Grief of Want and Grief of Cold
A sort they call 'Despair'
There's Banishment from native Eyes
In sight of Native Air
And though I may not guess the kind
Correctly yet to me
A piercing Comfort it affords
In passing Calvary
To note the fashions of the Cross
And how they're mostly worn
Still fascinated to presume
That Some are like My Own
-Emily Dickinson