Dear Miss Dickinson,
Our felicitations to you on the 177th anniversary of your birth (December 10, 1830).
Robert feels compelled to confess something: You know that poem you wrote, the one that starts “I’m nobody! Who are you? / Are you nobody, too?” Robert can’t abide it. Never could. It’s like fingernails on a chalkboard to him. He is, however, very fond of many of your other poems, including this one for a windy day:
There came a wind like a bugle;
It quivered through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom’s electric moccason
That very instant passed.
On a strange mob of panting trees,
And fences fled away,
And rivers where the houses ran
The living looked that day.
The bell within the steeple wild
The flying tidings whirled.
How much can come
And much can go,
And yet abide the world!
Awwwwwwww, Robert. If I ever meet you in real life, when I see you I won’t begin to say “Hello! Who are you? I’m…” *stops*
No, really, that would be mean.
But did Robert actually post that…? It was written in third person… *stares accusingly at other GAPAS* But purplefinch understands that it’s sometimes more fun to write in third person…
Anyway , happy birthday, Emily.
Happy birthday, Emily Dickinson!
If I meet Robert in real life I’d say Robert! and he’d turn around and have no clue who I was until I said “it’s me, e~a!”
Or o~w.
Robert, still referring to himself in the third person, realizes that he misquoted the poem and has corrected the lines above. He likes it a little better the real way, but not much.
Some of E.D.’s poetry was amazing, though, especially if you read it with the original punctuation.
Didn’t she have a lot of dashes, that they turned into commas? Or am I making that up?
I actually love the poem “I am Nobody” as well as almost all her other poems.
I don’t really dislike it. It’s just a bit perky for me.
I like “If you were coming in the fall.” Much of the year 2006 I felt just like that, the timing, the sentiment, everything. Whew, not really a time I wish to repeat, but it introduced me to some great poetry……
I am not a personal fan of Emily Dickinson but I do appreciate her contributions to art, and I would like to congratulate Robert on being man enough to admit that he dislikes one of her poems.
6-Any perky is too perky. Trust me.
On the subject of works of art we’ve secretly never liked…I just don’t get what’s so special about “Las Meninas.” I really don’t. It’s nice, but it’s just not that *special*.
Happy Birthday Emily Dickinson!!
I love her poetry, especially the one which I think is called “Some Keep the Sabbath”
Awwww, one of my favorites! Happy birthday indeed, even if I’m one day late!
Happy Birthday Emily Dickinson!
I memorized one of her poems a few years ago…though I can’t for the life of me remember it. I should breka out my copy of all her poems.
happy birthday!
when i was little, one of my favourite books was about this mouse she wrote letters to… lawl. i tend to like stuff by frost or cummings more (sorry emily) but thats peobably because i’m more familliar with it.
I’ll wish her a happy burthday but I want her to know that I never liked her poetry. *runs away fastlike* ARGH! AN ANGRY EMILY DICKENSON LOVING MOB!
I’ve always loved her poetry.
Much madness is divining sense.