The Scientific Education and Technological Imagination of Emily Dickinson Marianne Erickson (bio) (for Rowena Revis Jones, who couldn't join us at Innsbruck) In 1932, when Waldo Frank claimed that Emily Dickinson "based her explosive doubts upon the permanent premise of a sheltered private garden, to which she could always meditatively retire" (x), it is doubtful that he envisioned a machine in that pastoral New England Eden. Nevertheless, close readings of selected Dickinson poems and letters, considered along with what we know of her education, suggest that Dickinson was not only aware of, but positively influenced by nineteenth-century progress in science and technology. Dickinson presents a vision more scientific than sublime in a number of her writings, among them the tongue-in-cheek "microscope" poem, #185. "Faith" is a fine inventionWhen Gentlemen can see—But Microscopes are prudentIn an Emergency. (c. 1860) The poet tells us, effectively, that she approaches her crisis of faith not with blind credulity but with scientific skepticism. Much has been said about the sublime elements in Dickinson's poetry. As we shall see, her technological imagination is considerable as well. Dickinson's birth in Amherst, Massachusetts on December 10, 1830 coincides with the year in which American inventor Robert L. Stevens invented the modern railroad rail: an invention that would significantly change the American landscape of the nineteenth century. Dickinson was [End Page 45] educated at Amherst Academy and Mount Holyoke, until terminating her formal studies in 1848. During her seven years at Amherst Academy, she studied Mental Philosophy, Geology, Latin, Botany, Ecclesiastical History, Algebra, Euclid, and that brand new science, Electricity. Her biographer G. F. Whicher gives the following assessment of the poet's early education: Mathematics, it is only too evident, was merely a hurdle to be surmounted in order to qualify for the Seminary. The "Mental Philosophy" recited by a girl of fifteen from Upham's manual cannot be taken seriously, nor can her acquaintance with Ecclesiastical History be supposed to have been more than perfunctory. The sciences, however, enlisted her interest, and her work in English composition called out her best powers. (47) At Mount Holyoke, under the tutelage of Mary Lyon, whom Dickinson's classmates nicknamed "the old she-dragon" (Whicher 64), the poet had the opportunity to develop her acute mental powers yet further, studying Ancient History, Chemistry, Physiology, Astronomy, Natural Philosophy, and yet more Algebra. An interesting trend in the mid-nineteenth century gave Dickinson the advantage of being excused from Botany, "in view of her proficiency in that subject" (Whicher 69). Young New England ladies of the time were wont to keep herbaria, a hobby to which Dickinson often alludes in her letters to Abiah Root. This obviously influenced her store of botanical knowledge to a marked degree; enough that Mount Holyoke's faculty considered her sufficiently versed in the subject to waive the Botany requirement. Shortly after the 1866 publication of poem #986, one of only three published during Dickinson's lifetime, Samuel Bowles commented on the poet's unlikely familiarity with agricultural matters. Dickinson writes of the snake, "He likes a Boggy Acre / A Floor too cool for Corn," to which Bowles replies, "How did that girl ever know that a boggy field wasn't good for corn?" Samuel Bowles's editorial has been preserved in the Dickinson annals (Whicher 118) and reminds us that her knowledge of botany was, indeed, quite extraordinary for a nineteenth century woman. Later, in poem 1775, we see Dickinson's appreciation of the pollination process. With a typical Dickinsonian twist, she adds "revery;" her salute to the sublime in nature. To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,One clover, and a bee,And revery.The revery alone will do,If bees are few. (Date unknown) [End Page 46] Similarly, she describes the unusual ornithophagology of the hummingbird as an elaborate meal, replete with music, in poem 500. Within my Garden, rides a BirdUpon a Single Wheel—Whose spokes a dizzy Music makeAs 'twere a travelling Mill— He never stops, but slackensAbove the Ripest Rose—Partakes without alightingAnd praises as he goes, Till every spice is tasted—And then...