Emily Dickinson is one of my favorite poets. She seemed as if to live her entire life in a wasteland or an isolated island, because only such a lonely poet could foresee the posthumous dreariness. She was forgotten by her era, but each of her poet had unique colors, which melted in the river of history and left its mark.
 

Redo Emily's poetry collection, and fulfill the colors of poetry in every page, so each page has the mark of a melted poetry. Although she left from us long time ago, her soul has merged with poetry.