Dickinson’s use of stars, the night sky, and other celestial effects never ceases to take the edge off occasional anguish (about which I know nothing, of course). If nothing else, ruminate on the tender eloquence of “just as the Night keeps fetching stars” and “as slightly as the Routes of Stars”... Here are some curated … Continue reading Trouble sleeping? Your dose of twilight Dickinson, in honor of National Poetry Month
I have never walked away from a theater screening with the following thought: “That movie felt like an Emily Dickinson poem.” Never. Ever. And as a Dickinson enthusiast, I am always looking for creative pieces that are comparable, and yet, in generally any comparisons of nowadays offered against the poet’s work, I am at best, … Continue reading Portrait of a Lady on Fire (Portrait de la jeune fille en feu)
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
Question 1: Do you have a favorite Dickinson poem? Question 2: Have you ever seen the manuscript version of it? Case in point— I recently became reacquainted with a poem I’d somewhat forgotten after having buried it into a notebook (that’s the glory of studying Dickinson’s works—there are so many of them that you … Continue reading Favorite Dickinson poem? Check the manuscript.
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
Emily Dickinson. *cue wisps of white curtains spilling from a midnight window* *cue a shadowy figure diving out of sight of passersby* *cue flowers and birds and a post-death cleanup likely including the phrase: “Hey, who the heck shoved so much paper in this drawer?!”* *Etc* The name conjures various images for plenty of … Continue reading 189 years?!