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10 December 2013 @ 12:06 pm
Happy birthday Emily Dickinson! Here is a short poem that always pleases me to think on; there's something about its compression that always takes my breath away. It's probably a cliche to talk about Dickinson's individuality, her selfness, her insistence on being herself in her poetry (capitalizations and dashes and all), but I read a poem like this one and I can't help it. It has that riddling, ungraspable quality that I associate with Dickinson, in spades.

Love reckons by itself – alone –
“As large as I” – relate the Sun
To One who never felt it blaze –
Itself is all the like it has –
litlover12 on December 11th, 2013 04:26 am (UTC)
tempestsarekind: little womentempestsarekind on December 11th, 2013 05:24 pm (UTC)
Every now and again I pull out my volume of collected poems of Emily Dickinson, and discover a new gem I don't remember encountering before! The usual suspects are wonderful too, of course (that's why they get anthologized so often), but it's a treat to dip into the whole collection and read some of the lesser-known poems.