Showing posts with label DICKINSON Emily. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DICKINSON Emily. Show all posts
Saturday, December 9, 2017

Emily Dickinson: "Success is counted sweetest"

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No. 67 Success is counted sweetest By those who ne'er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the p...
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Wednesday, December 21, 2016

N. Scott Momaday and Emily Dickinson

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The following excerpt comes from N. Scott Momaday's The Man Made of Words: Essays, Stories, Passages.   The chapter title is "A Di...
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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Autumn Poems

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Today, September 22,  2016 is the first day of Autumn, or the Autumnal Equinox, or if you prefer, the Fall Equinox.  In recognition of this...
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Monday, February 22, 2016

Emily Dickinson: "Frequently the woods are pink--"

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This poem, reflecting the change of seasons, is one of the most accessible and understandable of her poems,  at least it is for me.  Of co...
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Sunday, January 17, 2016

Emily Dickinson: a winter poem

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Like Brooms of Steel The Snow and Wind Had swept the Winter Street-- The House was hooked The Sun sent out Faint Deputies of Heat-- W...
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Saturday, July 12, 2014

Emily Dickinson, a poem

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# 9 Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road. The...
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Monday, January 13, 2014

Emily Dickinson

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This is another of Emily Dickinson 's many poems on death.  It focuses on death as a being restful, a safe shore--a common theme in her ...
Sunday, August 4, 2013

Wallace Stevens: The House was Quiet and the World Was Calm

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The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm The house was quiet and the world was calm. The reader became the book; and summer night Wa...
Saturday, December 22, 2012

Emily Dickinson: "Slant of light"

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#258 There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons-- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes-- Heavenly Hurt, it g...
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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Emily Dickinson: The End of Summer

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#1536 There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away -- But a spy is...
Friday, September 23, 2011

Fall Equinox

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Like last year, the first day of autumn, or the Fall Equinox, doesn't seem much like fall here in Tucson, where the temperature is expec...
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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Serendipity

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One of the poet's favorite or at least one of the most frequent themes is death. I think Emily Dickinson wrote several hundred poems on...
Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Summer Solstice

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It's that time again--the Summer Solstice, the First Day of Summer, and the Longest Day of the Year. I thought the following quotation ...
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Saturday, May 14, 2011

Emily Dickinson: Dec 10, 1830--May 15, 1886, In Memoriam

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Emily Dickinson lived only fifty-six years, and much of that time as a recluse. However, the almost 1800 poems that she wrote will keep her...
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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Three Poems

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99 New feet within my garden go -- New fingers stir the sod -- A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude New children play upon the gre...
Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Winter Solstice: 2010

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Night People Rejoice: this is your time! Day People Rejoice: your time is coming, beginning tomorrow! This is the shortest day of the ye...
Friday, December 10, 2010

Emily Dickinson: Dec. 10, 1830--May 15, 1886

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I find Emily Dickinson's poetry to be fascinating, illusive, and allusive. Some of her poems just confuse and bewilder me while others...
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Saturday, October 23, 2010

What good are books?

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Books delight us when prosperity smiles upon us; they comfort us inseparably when stormy fortune frowns on us. They lend validity to human ...
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Fall Equinox

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Today is the First Day of Autumn, although it's a bit hard believing that here in Tucson where the temperatures are still in the high 90...
Saturday, May 15, 2010

Emily Dickinson: Dec. 10, 1830--May 15, 1886

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It is a tradition among haiku poets to write a death-song, one that offers their last reflection on life here just before they die. Emily ...
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