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littletaiko's review against another edition
4.0
Dickinson's poems reminded me a bit of Mary Oliver's, or I suppose that I should say that Oliver reminds me of Dickinson. Both write quite a bit about nature and love. They also have a similar style using as few as words as possible. There were quite a few poems that I loved. Here's one for book lovers.
A Book
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book.
What liberty a loosened spirit brings!
A Book
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book.
What liberty a loosened spirit brings!
gkcnoble's review against another edition
dark
emotional
inspiring
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
5.0
I sing to use the waiting,
My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house;
No more to do have I,
Till, his best step approaching,
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away.
Emily Dickinson’s poetry falls like summer rain. Her words, the strength and tempo of her poetry, and the hues in her metaphors can calm and soothe the most wounded souls. She was a lyrical philosopher who explored the passions and fears of the Victorian era and attempted to understand the dynamics between life and death through nature and her own spiritual experiences.
Emily cherished her solitude and considered it essential to her existence. I wrote a micropoem to capture her poetic soul:
Emily was a nighttime butterfly;
A lover of moonlight clouds. ~gissia
My bonnet but to tie,
And shut the door unto my house;
No more to do have I,
Till, his best step approaching,
We journey to the day,
And tell each other how we sang
To keep the dark away.
Emily Dickinson’s poetry falls like summer rain. Her words, the strength and tempo of her poetry, and the hues in her metaphors can calm and soothe the most wounded souls. She was a lyrical philosopher who explored the passions and fears of the Victorian era and attempted to understand the dynamics between life and death through nature and her own spiritual experiences.
Emily cherished her solitude and considered it essential to her existence. I wrote a micropoem to capture her poetic soul:
Emily was a nighttime butterfly;
A lover of moonlight clouds. ~gissia
patrickwadden's review against another edition
4.0
Poems! Life! Death! Flowers! Lots & Lots of Flowers!
byrenical's review against another edition
4.0
Was I inspired by Taylor Swift to read Emily Dickinson? Maybe. You will never know for sure. -
I've been reading poetry on my phone instead of doom scrolling recently, ironically with morbid and doom filled poetry. Although, much of this collection is less bleak.
Decided to give these a go and will definitely be making my way through her other collections.
Here is one of her appropriately selected poems from this collection:
I've been reading poetry on my phone instead of doom scrolling recently, ironically with morbid and doom filled poetry. Although, much of this collection is less bleak.
Decided to give these a go and will definitely be making my way through her other collections.
Here is one of her appropriately selected poems from this collection:
In a Library
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,
His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;
What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
And Sophocles a man;
When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,
He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true;
He lived where dreams were sown.
His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
sukeytawdry's review against another edition
emotional
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
4.5
drbjjcarpenter's review against another edition
4.0
First time reading Dickinson's poetry. Some really excellent pieces, with some rich imagery and several thought provoking passages. A few of her poems were of vastly lower quality than the others, though overall I enjoyed this short introduction to her work and shall have to find the time to read a few more.
luckymama25's review against another edition
2.0
It wasn’t best book of poems I’ve ever read. I guess I was expecting more.