The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson [Illustrated]
I read Emily Dickinson in translation back at school and remember thinking her poetry was plain.
Reading her now, I realise that the plain one was me.
This, to me, is poetry in its purest and therefore most powerful form.
It is melody, it is painting, it is wisdom. It floats high above and it goes deep within. Simply beautiful.
I especially loved the nature poems. They are invigoratingly alive and they made me want to go out and run barefoot, hug a tree, get stung by a bee and burnt by the sun. To just for a moment feel that the substance running in my veins is blood and not internet connection.
Reading her now, I realise that the plain one was me.
This, to me, is poetry in its purest and therefore most powerful form.
It is melody, it is painting, it is wisdom. It floats high above and it goes deep within. Simply beautiful.
I especially loved the nature poems. They are invigoratingly alive and they made me want to go out and run barefoot, hug a tree, get stung by a bee and burnt by the sun. To just for a moment feel that the substance running in my veins is blood and not internet connection.