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4.26 AVERAGE
4.26 AVERAGE
Okay, okay, I did not read ALL of the poems in this book, but I read a fair number. I don't typically read poetry, and I hadn't read Dickinson since high school, but I decided to pick up this compilation and read it over the course of several LONG and BORING meetings. I was quite charmed and glad I took the time to revisit Ms. Emily.
slow-paced
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Loveable characters:
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Diverse cast of characters:
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Flaws of characters a main focus:
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challenging
emotional
hopeful
fast-paced
My rating doesn't reflect my view on Dickinson's poetry, but I wish this book had some kind of commentary or analysis. A lot of the language isn't accessible or understandable anymore and her writing was so concise and dense that sometimes I couldn't understand any of the lines of a poem separately, let alone together. I know the book was big enough already, and the intention was probably to appreciate the poetry with no outside intervention, but I found myself having to read the poems over and over to begin to understand them—and there's over a thousand poems! On the one hand, analysis would have lengthened the book, but on the other I felt like I would have understood more and ultimately gotten through it faster if I had had some guidance and direction for reading the poetry.
reflective
slow-paced
Of course reading poetry isn't meant to be read like a novel so I didn't read all of them, just a bunch of my favorites and some that I wanted to back to. I was reminded why I love Dickinson's style this second time around.
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A Dwell in posibility
Im nobody! Who are you?
One not be a chamber to be haunted
A clock stopped
It was not Death for i stood up
What mistery pervades a well
To hear an orele sing
Split the Lark and you Will find the music
To make a prairie it will take a clover
Nature is what we see
At hale past three, a single bird
A dew suffices itself
To see the summer Sky
The gentian weaves her fringes
A Answer July, where is the bee?
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
Our journey had advanced
Purple - isfashionable twice
Bloom - is result to meet a flower
The lilac is an ancient schub
The mushroom is the elf of plants
Dear March - come in
The Robin's my criterion for tune
How many times these low feet staggered
I started early - took my dog
There's a certain stant of light
A visitor in marle
Life and Death and Giants
The quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
I reckon- when i count at all
this was a poet...
teach him - when he makes the names
Fame is a bee
whether they have forgotten
When I hoped, I recollect
If I shouldn't be alive / When the robins come
The poets light but Lamps
There is no frigate like a book
Mine - by the right of the white election!
The soul selects her own Society
Pain - has an Element of Blank
Surgeons must be very careful
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
A death blow is a Life blow to Some
'Tis not that dying hurts us so
We learned the Whole 0f Love
Wild Nights - Wild Nights!
Let me not thirst...
Because I could not stop for Death
A Route of Evanecence
The only news I know
This is my letter to the world
As if the Sea should part
I died for Beauty...
A Dwell in posibility
Im nobody! Who are you?
One not be a chamber to be haunted
A clock stopped
It was not Death for i stood up
What mistery pervades a well
To hear an orele sing
Split the Lark and you Will find the music
To make a prairie it will take a clover
Nature is what we see
At hale past three, a single bird
A dew suffices itself
To see the summer Sky
The gentian weaves her fringes
A Answer July, where is the bee?
Blazing in gold and quenching in purple
Our journey had advanced
Purple - isfashionable twice
Bloom - is result to meet a flower
The lilac is an ancient schub
The mushroom is the elf of plants
Dear March - come in
The Robin's my criterion for tune
How many times these low feet staggered
I started early - took my dog
There's a certain stant of light
A visitor in marle
Life and Death and Giants
The quiet dust was gentlemen and ladies
I reckon- when i count at all
this was a poet...
teach him - when he makes the names
Fame is a bee
whether they have forgotten
When I hoped, I recollect
If I shouldn't be alive / When the robins come
The poets light but Lamps
There is no frigate like a book
Mine - by the right of the white election!
The soul selects her own Society
Pain - has an Element of Blank
Surgeons must be very careful
She dealt her pretty words like Blades
A death blow is a Life blow to Some
'Tis not that dying hurts us so
We learned the Whole 0f Love
Wild Nights - Wild Nights!
Let me not thirst...
Because I could not stop for Death
A Route of Evanecence
The only news I know
This is my letter to the world
As if the Sea should part
I died for Beauty...
emotional
hopeful
reflective
slow-paced
I actually read the collection titled “Hope is a Thing With Feathers”
via audiobook. I’ve always wanted to read Emily Dickinson, and though I enjoyed her poems, this is a collection I think better read on the page. Most of her works are short, so listening on a loop, read by (obviously) someone else was a bit hard to follow or allow the time to really process or appreciate each word. So, I liked this, but plan to buy a hard copy and re read myself.
via audiobook. I’ve always wanted to read Emily Dickinson, and though I enjoyed her poems, this is a collection I think better read on the page. Most of her works are short, so listening on a loop, read by (obviously) someone else was a bit hard to follow or allow the time to really process or appreciate each word. So, I liked this, but plan to buy a hard copy and re read myself.
I am not a huge poetry reader. Some of these poems I could connect to, some I couldn't.
The introduction by Rachel Wetzsteon was very interesting though!
I read this for @beccasbookopoly
The introduction by Rachel Wetzsteon was very interesting though!
I read this for @beccasbookopoly