“Home to her was much more. It was the wild terrain of her mind. A world of hummingbirds and crickets and alabaster and dots on a disc of snow. To Emily Dickinson, home was consciousness itself—a continent of language where metaphor was her native tongue.” HomeConsciousnessMetaphorEmily Dickinson Book:These Fevered Days: Ten Pivotal Moments in the Making of Emily Dickinson Source: These Fevered Days: Ten Pivotal Moments in the Making of Emily Dickinson