Emily Dickinson is hailed as one of the most prolific American poets of all time. Her legendary poems, such as Because I could not stop for Death, Success is counted Sweetest, and plenty of others, have not only found a place on the shelves of major libraries but have also occupied a convenient spot in the syllabi of eminent universities. It is odd that even though she possessed such articulate written skills, she lived her life in solitude and hardly interacted with family and society. Those who have read her poetry would testify to the fact that most of her greatest works reflect a serene, melancholic spirit. She not only wrote 1100 poetries in her youth but also wrote hundreds of letters that mirrored unblemished compositions of the finest literary work in the history of American Literature. Gifted with the art of weaving sentiments into words, it was unfortunate that her work was largely published posthumously as a result of her isolation; her contemporaries did not have much knowledge of the tremendous literary abilities she possessed. Her poems have been appreciated for her irregular use of punctuation and uncustomary capitalization of letters, with brief lines bearing profuse meaning.