In honor of World Poetry Day, March 21st, here are 21 incredible Dickinson snippets pulled from both her well-known and lesser-known works: Remorse—is Memory—awake— Her Parties all astir— A Presence of Departed Acts— At window—and at Door— It’s Past—set down before the Soul And lighted with a match— Perusal—to facilitate— And help Belief to stretch— … Continue reading Celebrating World Poetry Day with Dickinson Snippets—
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Reading poems aloud: not just for slams, jams, and open mics
Split the Lark—and you’ll find the Music—Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled—Scantily dealt to the Summer MorningSaved for your Ear, when Lutes be old— Emily Dickinson, F905A (This woman just gets it.) This post is solely a reminder to take that extra moment to speak poems aloud. So much of the poetry that comes through … Continue reading Reading poems aloud: not just for slams, jams, and open mics
6 Reasons Why Dickinson Will Be Your Grandchildren’s Favorite Classic Poet
1830. Whew. That is a long, long time ago by most American standards. We’re talking approximately 54 years after the Declaration of Independence. But—1830 also brags as being the birth year of that throwing-a-stone-in-a-midnight-forest-and-hearing-it-hit-water-somewhere-30-minutes-later and most excellent of nebulous poets, Emily “The Boss” Dickinson. (Envisioning her throwing a whittled-down pencil at my head and saying, … Continue reading 6 Reasons Why Dickinson Will Be Your Grandchildren’s Favorite Classic Poet
Looking for a holiday read that nestles perfectly within those expansive bursts of 4-5 minutes of freedom?
I got you. (Grammarian Disclaimer: “I’ve got you” didn’t have the oomph) My without-reservations-recommendation for the top of your holiday reading list is (drum roll, Griswold-style) Emily Dickinson’s Poems: As She Preserved Them, edited by Cristanne Miller! I’m sure you’re surprised. Sincerely though: Reading a Dickinson poem only takes about 2-3 minutes, even if you’re … Continue reading Looking for a holiday read that nestles perfectly within those expansive bursts of 4-5 minutes of freedom?
Excerpt from The Other Dickinson
The chill and ease of the bent wood soothed my palms. The paint on the oval top—lit with color across a polished brown, before—had faded considerably, leaving the single five-petaled flower in its center muted and worn. Its two rows of encircling vines appeared more as bared shadows than the lush greenery they once were. … Continue reading Excerpt from The Other Dickinson
