Emily Dickinson articulates my own thoughts and feelings in a way I never could. She manifests my ideal. She validates my existence. If you like Emily, I like you.I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too— And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

" Why do I love You, Sir ? Because The wind does not require the Grass To answer - Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place .Because He knows - and Do not you - And we know not - Enough for Us The wisdom it be so - The Lightning - never asked an Eye Wherefore it shut - when He was by - Because He knows it cannot speak - And reasons not contained - Of Talk - There be - preferred by Daintier Folk - The Sunrise - Sire - compelleth me Because He's Sunrise - and I see - Therefore - Then -...

Sweet skepticism of the Heart-That knows - and does not know- Sometimes there is only one place to go: within, where the mind and body communicate poetically. Those poets of her time, they stayed securely snuggled into their worlds, while she traversed the unbeaten paths around them, creating abstract spaces made tangible through musicality. They stayed within their conformed art and hers elevated both the physical and mental, while she wrote from a house they deemed her prison, but one that wou...

This book boasts a fabulous collection of work's by Emily Dickinson. Admittedly, I didn't enjoy all of them, hence the four stars given, but the majority of the poem's were beautifully written, as well as being rather thought provoking."He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance For the ethereal blow, By fainter hammers, further heard, Then nearer, then so slow Your breath has time to straighten. Your...

my becoming-a-genius project, part 22!the background:i have decided to become a genius.to accomplish this, i'm going to work my way through the collected stories of various authors, reading + reviewing 1 story every day until i get bored / lose every single follower / am struck down by a vengeful deity.i fully believe that when i get around to finishing this, i will transcend all known limits of humanity and finally become the most insufferable person in history.but also, this is 700 pages' wort...

Book Review I love Emily Dickinson's poetry. I recently went to a museum exhibit dedicated to her and fell in love again with one of her poems, which I'll dissect below: Critics of Emily Dickinson’s poem number 328, commonly titled “A Bird Came Down the Walk,” have several different interpretations of the poem. Most critics believe that the poem is a “conventional symbolic account of Christian encounter within the world of nature…” (Budick 218). Although several critics take a religi

They shut me up in Prose —As when a little GirlThey put me in the Closet —Because they liked me “still” —Still! Could themself have peeped —And seen my Brain — go round —They might as wise have lodged a BirdFor Treason — in the Pound —Himself has but to willAnd easy as a StarAbolish his Captivity —And laugh — No more have I — I recently ran across an argument against eBooks that went along the lines of suspicions of censorship, commenting on how easy it would be for publishers and the like to

I felt a sneeze - as big as GodForm in - back of - my NoseYet being - without - a HandkerchiefI Panicked quite - and frozeSneeze I must - yet sneeze - must notDilemma - made - me grieveHappy then - a single BeeSaw me - use - my sleeveWell all right, I did not read every one of the 25,678 but certainly a fair number. You know when she died they found she'd stuffed poems everywhere in her house, up the chimney, down her knickers, tied in little "packets" onto her dogs' hindquarters, someone cut a

This is a huge volume of poetry and probably not meant to be read straight through, but that's what I did. Some of them I didn't like or understand, but there were many that I thought were beautiful and perfectly suited to my feelings. I think that's the way with most poets and their readers. After reading, I was left in wonder about this strange and reclusive woman who saw only a handful of her poems published before her death. She never knew she would be a success, never knew her poems would b...

Emily Dickinson's poetry is stunningly existential and her story is equally fascinating. Such a great collection to dip in and out of, and no-one writes a striking opening line quite like her.

See the Dickinson documentary A Loaded Gun for my take on this writer, arguably the best poet inEnglish. (I play the villain in that film directed by James Wolpaw.) I have given reading-whistlings of ED's bird poems*, from memory of course, in the garden of the Dickinson Manse in Amherst, and I have recited an hour of Dickinson on several occasions (from memory). In fact, Dickinson is fairly easy to memorize--a hallmark of fine verse. Perhaps only Yeats' tetrametric "Under Ben Bulben" is easier

If, like me, you’ve become mildly obsessed with the wild and transcendent Dickinson on Apple, then you probably have already grasped just how large the idea of fame looms over Emily’s life. The show isn’t historically accurate (which is what helps it so shine so brightly, in my opinion) but it is an excellent introduction to her poems. “Fame is a bee,” among others, deals with the complexity of fame—a theme I seem to be addicted to in my own work as well.

Emily Dickinson's poems convinced me, at an early age of 9 or 10, to become a writer myself. I discovered her poems from the obsolete American textbooks my mother got from the collection in our school library. On Saturday and Sunday afternoons, when it was too hot to play outside and children were forced to take afternoon siestas, I'd end up reading her poems and imagined the person, that woman, with whom I shared similar thoughts. My favorite poem remains to this day:I'm nobody! Who are you?Are...

Because she is so freaking good--As good--as she can be--She makes me want--to scream--and shout--And set my poor heart free--Because I cannot live without--Her rhythm--and her rhyme--I keep this poet close at handAnd only ask--for time.

Introduction--PoemsAcknowledgmentsPrevious CollectionsSubject IndexIndex of First Lines

When I hoped, I fearedSince I hoped, I dared! I realized for a moment with a great sense of sadness that from now on, whenever I decide to read a famous poet for the first time, I must keep myself free from any prejudice and presumption. I had heard that she was regarded as a transcendentalist as far as the major themes in her poems were concerned. I do not know, from where I got this notion, I probably learned it from some of the early articles, I read about her poems somewhere. How authentic w...

Bring me the sunset in a cup...Beautifully written and cunningly meaningful, the poems of Emily Dickinson are meditations on love, God, nature, life and death.If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain.

Sigh... I just experienced poetic gut punches from Emily herself. From this collection alone, there's a total of 1,775 poems. Blimey! A huge compilation if you ask me! Honestly, I didn't read every poem, because that would probably result in me having a mushy brain (poor noodle!). I just skimmed through a lot of them and just selected those that are meaningful to me. Her poems are oftentimes cryptic in nature (which made me scratch my head), but there are those that connect quite well with me. M...

“I taste a liquor never brewed” by Emily DickinsonI taste a liquor never brewed –From Tankards scooped in Pearl –Not all the Vats upon the RhineYield such an Alcohol!Inebriate of air – am I –And Debauchee of Dew –Reeling – thro' endless summer days –From inns of molten Blue –When "Landlords" turn the drunken BeeOut of the Foxglove's door –When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –I shall but drink the more!Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –And Saints – to windows run –To see the little Tippl...

4 starsAfter reading through most of these poems, Emily remains one of my top favorite poets. However, I also came across many poems that I felt no connection with and frankly made no sense to me. So with that in mind, I unfortunately couldn't give this 5 stars. Still a great experience though! I highly recommend this book if you're a fan of poetry and/or Emily Dickinson.