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A review by gkcnoble
Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete by Emily Dickinson
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