Writer. Contributing Editor at The Discarded Image. Digital Content Strategist. Here's where I publicly explore the books I'm reading, the projects I'm working on, and other current interests. Happy 180th birthday, Emily!
I have been shamefully remiss in blogging lately, but today is an occasion that deserves at least a brief post. Â A favorite poet was born in Amherst, Massachusetts 180 years ago today. Â A few thousand of us are celebrating over at The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson Facebook group by posting favorite poems or tributes and changing our profiles to her picture for the day. Â Brandon and I reviewed some of our ED favorites this morning, including the following:
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
(View a visual rendering of this poem at poets.org. And you must take a look at this needlework I received from a friend a few years ago!)
and
A WORD is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
Earlier this year I reviewed Jerome Charyn’s marvelous The Secret Life of Emily Dickinson. Another favorite book is The Mouse of Amherst. And I’m about to start My Wars are Laid Away in Books: The Life of Emily Dickinson by Alfred Habegger.
What are your favorite ED poems or related books?
