This collage includes an excerpt from an Emily Dickinson poem and a portrait of Emily that is painted on a building in West Cemetery in Amherst, Massachusetts where she is buried. 

It ceased to hurt me, though so slow,
I could not feel the aguish go -
But only know by looking back -
That something had benumbed the Track -

Nor when it altered, I could say,
For I had worn it everyday,
As constant as the Childish frock -
I hung upon the Peg, at night

But not the grief - that nestled close
As needless - ladies softly press
To Cushion Cheeks -
To keep their place -

Nor what consoled it, I could trace -
Except, whereas ‘twas Wilderness -
It’s better - almost Peace -

Emily Dickinson