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4.26 AVERAGE
4.26 AVERAGE
Conseguí una colección viejita de varios poemas suyos, me la pasé buscando significado de palabras y los poemas originales en inglés para tratar de entender más. La próxima me gustaría comprarme una edición bilingue. Porque sino estaba re ??????? Qué carajo quiso decir ???
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My first book of poetry I have ever read and I really enjoyed it.
Hard to rate poetry since some poems in this collection I love and others I hate. Read it, you'll find out quickly whether or not you will like it. I recommend coupling it with a brief read on the life of Emily Dickinson so you have more context on the inspiration behind her poems.
I just read all of these to choose some poems to include in an American literature lesson on Dickinson. Taken as a whole, there's no other conclusion to reach except that she was just a bit addled in the head. So many of her poems just leave you wondering what in the world she's talking about or how in the world she connected the various subjects of her poems. I personally don't think most of her poems are all that great (especially since they can all be sung to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas"), but they are definitely interesting insight into a very eccentric and odd personality. The "Single Hound" set of poems are definitely interesting because they're so far out there in terms of the way Dickinson's brain worked. An alternate title for the "Single Hound" section might as well be "Strange Duck".
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260I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you — Nobody — too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise — you know!
How dreary — to be — Somebody!
How public — like a Frog —
To tell one's name — the livelong June —
To an admiring Bog!
670One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted —
One need not be a House —
The Brain has Corridors — surpassing
Material Place —
340I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading — treading — till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through —
And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum —
Kept beating — beating — till I thought
My mind was going numb —
937I felt a Cleaving in my Mind —
As if my Brain had split —
I tried to match it — Seam by Seam —
But could not make them fit.
640I cannot live with You —
It would be Life —
And Life is over there —
Behind the Shelf