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Facets of February

       It sifts from Leaden Sieves –

       It powders all the Wood.

       It fills with Alabaster Wool

      The Wrinkles of the Road –

                         — Emily Dickinson


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Forever at His side to walk

Forever at His side to walk —
The smaller of the two!
Brain of His Brain —
Blood of His Blood — 63 more words

Elizabeth Melton Parsons

Dickinson — Sex, Spanish, Stew

Emily, in not so foreign tongues


Reblogged from Zeteo


The first law of American literature: Somewhere, somehow, in God only knows what language, you are always going to come across one more, intriguing—if not indeed great—Emily Dickinson poem. 1,326 more words

Sex (more Or Less)

A Short Analysis of Emily Dickinson’s ‘Hope is the thing with feathers’

An introduction to one of Dickinson’s finest poems

Only Emily Dickinson could open a poem with a line like ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’. Poets before her had compared hope to a bird, but ‘thing with feathers’ was a peculiarly Dickinsonian touch. 343 more words


A Letter to Anonymous: A Response to And We Stay by Jenny Hubbard #yalitclass

Hi friend,

It’s a little hard to discuss this novel without bringing up the 1989 film, Dead Poets Society. I have a feeling (unconfirmed) that Jenny Hubbard was influenced by the film to write this novel because the parallels are too close to disregard. 668 more words


"There's a Certain Slant of Light" in EST

There’s a certain Slant of light, / Winter Afternoons 

That opening line of Emily Dickinson’s  poem is what I think of while the daylight increases from the Winter Solstice (December 21) to the present.

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