 And we will begin Fabrics of the East, Emily's Dress. Welcome to the Abbey's Historical Society. Home of the, do not touch that. Don't touch anything. You are to look with your eyes not your greasy little fingers. Now, we have on display here some relics from the Historical Pioneer Valley. Now, I know this wasn't your first choice in field trip but I assure you that this is going to be far more entertaining than some decrepit amusement park. Now, if you follow me this way to the foyer I can show you some very fascinating old land deeds. Stacy, you would not believe where I am right now. Not Six Flags. Yes, they canceled our field trip because of the storm. So now I'm stuck at a museum that smells like old people. Oh well, it'll be a good time to work on some mirrors for my new songs. Emily, you can't keep leaving me behind. We're field trip buddies, remember? Yeah, no. It was just an nerd I'm partnered up with. Sorry. No cell phones in class. Remember, you're going to get in trouble. What do you two ladies think you're doing? Um, I'm on the phone. Duh. Do you think Emily Dickinson had a phone or Robert Frost? Actually, Robert Frost lived until 1963 so I'm sure he had a phone at some point. Well, aren't we a little missnow at all? Yes. Well, if you're so knowledgeable about history why don't you two do my job? Sure, it's my dream to be a librarian. Yeah, I know. I've got other career plans. Oh, huh. Writer. Lovely thing for a young woman to do. Not just anything, but something. I'm going to be a rock star. Rock star? Well, I have. If you ask me, I think girls should stick to quieter hearts. Um, what's that supposed to mean? Well, take Emily Dickinson, for example. She kept to herself her whole life, writing poetry alone in her room, and now she's one of the most renowned poets in history. That's because she was good. Not because she hit from the world. I like to think it's because she was disciplined. That's really weird. Oh, I almost forgot to mention we are very proud to have on display one of Emily's dresses. It is said she wore this ensemble quite often. Wow, so historic. Yeah, it was really uncomfortable. I just realized I think I left some of your classmates alone with the China dolls, and you kids better not be having any fun. The black fabrics of the East displayed to be the despair of everyone, but here and there. Listen, it's a nice poem. A humble purchaser, for though his price was not as gold or arduous there is, that one should comprehend the worth was all the price there was. I don't get it, but it's kind of catchy. So, thanks. You do not have a marriage in Washington's. I bet if you cut off the sleeves, it would be a cool and touching look, maybe. You have noticed my phrase is great, don't you? That's not true. I would totally agree with you. What? You can't do that. Be careful, you're bad at this. Look what you did. Coffee on a white dress, we're so good. Now if you follow me this way, children, we are going to go to the pottery exhibit. What have you got there? Nothing. Reprimand you. Emily's dress. What have you done? I swear to God. Well, no pottery exhibit for you. I am going to have a word with your teacher and you are going to wash this until it is spotless. If I find a single thread out of place, you are in for it. Why did you do that? And your butt. Follow me. Can't say go to six flies. Then I'm stuck at a museum doing dead people's laundry. You're better. We're at the museum after hours. Yeah. Cool for nerds like you. You constituted time. I was you with your name. A revelation of yourself was there for a day. Pardon me, ma'am. No! I'm sorry. I made a start on you. I only meant to ask, where am I? Where are you coming from? I'm not sure. One woman I was at my desk in my room and the next time, I'm here. What are you doing wearing Emily's dress? You're going to get in so much trouble. This is my dress, silly. I've been wearing it this whole time. What? You've both got some odd clothing on. In fact, this is all very strange, isn't it? Am I dreaming? I must have fallen asleep. My name is Emily. Emily Dickinson? How did you know? You're one of the most famous poets in the world. I must be dreaming. No one knows that poetry except a few select people. Not in our world. Look at this. It's a whole book with your work. Poems of Emily Dickinson? Oh, these are private. I'm completely altered. What are these little dashes after all of my sentences? Who could have done this? Published by Mabel Loomis Todd and Thomas Micworth Higgins. Oh, they're supposed to be my friends. That's not all. Look around. This whole room is dedicated to you. Oh. This is no dream. This is a nightmare. That this isn't your nightmare. This is mine. How do we burn this book and take down these clippings? I'm sure there's more than one copy. I'm sure there's more than one copy of that book. Oh, what? Oh, yes. Are you the curator of this establishment? Who the devil are you? Museum hours are ten to four. Yes. I'd like to formally request that you dispose of all my personal material at once. You have no right to display someone's work without their consent. Sorry. Where she comes from, you can take things from her. Is this a friend of yours? We actually dressed them up. Are you wearing Emily's dress? This is a historic museum, not a playroom. Everything in here belongs to me. You better put that back. Sorry. Can she at least stay to help us clean? Fine. I didn't realize it took a whole team to clean a dress. Now I've got a sandwich to get back to. We have to get you out of here before you realize who you really are. Hold on. Oh, what's the point? My whole life leads to this exploitation. What's so bad about it? Like, I love to have people like my work, my songs as much as they like their poems. Oh, you're a musician? A rock star. I don't know what that is. It's a different type of music. Musician. Well, in my amourst, all the women I knew were virtuosos. It was the height of fashion to be exceptional on the piano. I'm a poet though. Art should be shared. No, believe me. An artist is better off keeping her work to herself. That way no one will judge it or appropriate it. What are you going to do? Stop writing? Of course not. That's like asking me to stop breathing. I will write, but I will hide my words away and I'll hide myself away as well. Then, before I die, I'll burn them. No. I can't let you leave. I can't let you leave without letting you know how important it is for people to know your poetry. Mr. Johnson! What is it? Are you done yet? Oh, I see a knot. So, what do you need? Sponges. So, hydrogen peroxide. What? No, do you think I don't have any clothes? Why do you think I need you? Mr. Johnson. How have Emily Dickinson's poems impacted you? Me? That's a highly personal question. I suppose I like how she can bring light and beauty into dark subjects. She can turn death into a friend and hope into a bird. She's got something for everyone. That's it. Thanks. But she never... But like, no. Didn't she never want... I thought she never wanted... But she never wanted any... No, that's true. She kept to herself her whole life. After her death, she wanted... I think if she really... I think if she really wanted to hide herself in the world, she would never have put anything down on paper. Is that it? Yeah, thanks. Good. Get back to it. You've changed lives. Without meaning to. That's the best way to do it. We are different artists, you and I. My words. My words. My precious words. Might be twisted and turned by the wrong people. What if they were twisted and turned by the right people? For the right reasons? Hmm. Well, let me see one of your poems. Well, let me see one of your poems. Not even mine at this point. Can I join them into a song? Why not? They've already been co-opted. The road to me. Tender. Majesty. The message is committed. And I cannot see. A sweet countryman. Judge 10. I never knew my words, but it sounds so... melodious. See? You share art. Like... Why would I want it to be cold? Cool means... I'll tell you good things. So you're okay with this future after all? I'm not sure. It's not that simple. Imagine if someone stole your diary and hung it up on the walls for everyone to look at. I do know that I ought to return. Then you could at least think about what we said. I will. But how do we get me back to my desk in my room? Hmm. You came right after I read this poem, so maybe if I read it again, then you would go back to your time. You were truly tired. You were right. You constituted time. I deemed eternity. A revelation of yourself was therefore day and time. The absolute room you were willing to go with that I and to himself adjusted my slow, idolatry. And goodbye! Can I offer you some space when you're doing the loop now? I have no idea how you did it, but I definitely think you've earned your freedom. Mr. Johnson, nothing's changed, right? The world still knows everything is in our palms, right? Right? Why do you ask? It's just that we think that Ellen changed what I said. She did want them to be shared. Change to mind. No, Emily Dickinson hid herself from the world her whole life, especially her poetry. After her death, in her will, she ordered to have her poems burnt. Come on, Emily. Now, luckily for us, she had some friends and family who knew better. They published her poetry shortly after her death. But do you think she would have been happy about it? I don't know. I certainly am. Aren't you? I am. Yeah, same. Oh, by the way, in case it wasn't perfectly clear already, you are both banned from the Amherst Historical Society. What? You nearly destroyed a precious relic. Bad! Whoa, Molly. How does it feel to be the bad? Well, I got to stay after hours at a museum. And I met Emily Dickinson, so I guess it wasn't all that bad. Yeah. And I guess books and that stuff can be pretty great after all. Want to go back to my screen? Sure. I still don't like it. I neither do I. We're going to come up and ask more questions about the script. We're hoping to do more iterations of this script in the future. And please come up. Please see the dress, the actual dress so you can compare and contrast what our relic looks like. Thank you so much, everyone. Yes, please. You may start moving on. Thank you.