A small goal I had for May 2019 was to read some more of Emily Dickinson’s poetry.
The aim was NOT to do a formal project – just a casual approach to explore her work and life.
How did it go?
- Became a little burned out in week three – so I took a break for that week.
- I felt like two blog posts had me “cramming in her poems” – and so I stopped forcing them to fit with other themes.
- I read about 500 of her 1,775 poems and featured 20 of them this month: posted 15 so far and today have 5 more.
- My least favorite thing about Emily’s poetry relates to her random use of capital letters. In her journal it looks fine to have capitals randomly used. Her cursive handwriting makes it look stylish. However, in print, it bothers me to see the random capitals (has to be my teacher side). I also do not like her overuse of the word “And”
- My favorite things about her poetry are the simple, yet dense words presented in short poems. She also has joy and the way she delights in nature shows a person who found contentment and knew how to be still.
- A “few” of her poems I do NOT like at all. A handful of her poems I “love” – but most of them… I just like.
- My two favorite poems are the SAME as before I started this adventure (no change) and those are: “Tell the Truth, but Tell it Slant” & “Hope is the Thing with Feathers”
- A myth was dispelled because even though Emily was homebound from the mid 1860’s til her death in 1886, she did not just live in her room. She was out and about on the grounds of her family’s property, she baked, and did chores. But she did stay in her room A LOT (for example, there was a funeral at her house and she participated by watching through a crack in the door). Her bedroom was noted as being a heavy duty correspondence station (maybe like some of the home offices we have today). But she was not the recluse and social misfit people sometimes note her as being, which is the same for Henry David Thoreau- he lived in the woods and had his alone time, but he often walked miles to be with people – and he socialized a lot.
Today’s Poems – for this final Dickinson share…. are as follows:
A lane of yellow Led the Eye, The Lightning is a Yellow Fork, It troubled me as I once Was, The Soul Selects her Own Society, & I Had Been Hungry all the Years (I added some pictures to go with the poems – see if you can notice the connection)
The other 15 poems shared earlier this month:
Author Barbara Gregorich (here) has a good post about Emily’s Poetry. Here is a snippet:
Okay, so just wondering….
Do you have a favorite Emily Dickinson poem?
Have you read all 1,775? Half of them? Or 1/3 of them, like me?
ONLINE EMILY DICKINSON RESOURCES
- The Spirituality of Emily Dickinson HERE
- Complete List of Emily Dickinson’s 1,775 Poems HERE
- Emily Dickinson Original Archives HERE
- O’Conner’s 2015 Publisher’s Weekly Top 10 Dickinson Poems HERE
- Interesting Literatures’s 2016 Top 10 List HERE
- The Dickinson Electronic Archives
- The Emily Dickinson Collection at Harvard University
- The Emily Dickinson Museum
- BYU’s Emily Dickinson Lexicon
- Free Course about Emily’s Poetry HERE
The other Poems featured this month will be linked here.
Have a nice day.