Around that time, I went to visit her home in Amherst, and was struck by how tiny her bedroom was. In it was a glass case that housed one of her dresses; it hung, ghostly, on a headless mannequin form. From that, one could see how little she was, and up in that room I could imagine that it would become too hot in the summertime, and too cloistered, though after a point I believe this was self-imposed.
The exhibit at the Poet's House showcases "a recipe" (how mysterious!). I'm betting that it's her gingerbread, which she hoisted down to children in a basket from her upstairs window.
Here is my favorite ED piece, which was read by Stingo in the film of Styron's Sophie's Choice:
Ample make this Bed -- Make this Bed with Awe -- In it wait till Judgment break Excellent and Fair. Be its Mattress straight -- Be its Pillow round -- Let no Sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this Ground --