/edg/ - EMILY DICKINSON GENERAL

[Anonymous No.14469162]

Emily Dickinson is one of the most famous and widely studied American poets of the 19th century. Known for her wit and preference for seclusion from the outside world, Dickinson rarely left her home in Amherst, Mass., preferring instead to write quietly from the confines of her bedroom.
Born in Amherst, Massachusetts in 1830, Dickinson began life as an energetic, outgoing young woman who excelled as a student. However, in her mid-twenties she began to grow reclusive, and eventually she rarely descended from her room in her father’s house. She spent most of her time working on her poetry, largely without encouragement or real interest from her family and peers, and died at age fifty-five. Only a handful of her 1,775 poems had been published during her lifetime. When her poems finally appeared after her death, readers immediately recognized an artist whose immense depth and stylistic complexities would one day make her the most widely recognized female poet to write in the English language. Dickinson’s poetry is remarkable for its tightly controlled emotional and intellectual energy. The longest poem covers less than two pages. Yet in theme and tone her writing reaches for the sublime as it charts the landscape of the human soul.

[Anonymous No.14469169]

>>14469162
Based

[Anonymous No.14469189]

Her best poems are juggler of the day and “tell the truth but tell it slant”

[Anonymous No.14470362]

bump

[Anonymous No.14470473]

So should we consider her a modernist poet?

[Anonymous No.14470478]

>>14470473
Not officially. She was part of that bridge from Romanticism to Modernism, sort of like Walt Whitman and others.

[Anonymous No.14470803]

>>14469162
Dickinson posting is wholesome and cutepilled and it's a welcome change from the relentless Guenon-fellating that is killing this board.

[Anonymous No.14470828]

>>14469162
I havent found a genuinely great poem by her. Can you dickinbros please share one that is good?

[Anonymous No.14471009]

>>14470828

She’s a top 5 for me and I’m almost too upset by your idea that you haven’t found a “genuinely great poem” by her to share one. But here

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -


And fuck you for not recognizing blatant genius

[Anonymous No.14471031]

>>14471009
It's strong but I've read better poems.

[Anonymous No.14471037]

i dont have my glasses ,is this Guenon or Deleuze?

[Anonymous No.14471066]

>>14471037
It's Poe when young.

[Anonymous No.14472440]

bump

[Anonymous No.14472497]

Anyone watch the TV series Dickinson? It’s so bad it’s good, filled with anachronisms and not just in making the characters switch from 19th century authenticity to bubblehead zoomer mode, which is kinda cute. The show mixes up incidents from decades in her life and what I’ve seen so far takes place before she wrote most of her poems. Too much muh patriarchy as well...IRL she received a classical education and freedom far exceeding what was typical for a girl of her class but in the show she’s repressed by society. The lesbian stuff with her future sister in law is pretty hot and based on historical evidence. I’ve only seen the first three episodes...thoughts?

[Anonymous No.14472501]

She was a fucking AMERICAN?

Genuinely surprised, and dropped.

[Anonymous No.14472508]

>>14472501

You’ve gotta be pretty dense to not know that anon

[Anonymous No.14472509]

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I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - (591)
BY EMILY DICKINSON
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -

The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -

I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -

With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -


She was a genuine mystic.

[Anonymous No.14472517]

I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -

The Eyes around - had wrung them dry -
And Breaths were gathering firm
For that last Onset - when the King
Be witnessed - in the Room -

I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away
What portion of me be
Assignable - and then it was
There interposed a Fly -

With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz -
Between the light - and me -
And then the Windows failed - and then
I could not see to see -

She was a mystic.

[Anonymous No.14472541]

>>14472517
She was a Christian mystic like Blake, someone who rejected the conventional faith of society then took it to a far deeper level. Like him, she was a master of the short hymn based meter.

[Anonymous No.14473210]

bump

[Anonymous No.14473231]

She's beautiful.

[Anonymous No.14474665]

No rack can torture me,
My soul's at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one

You cannot prick with saw,
Nor rend with scymitar.
Two bodies therefore be;
Bind one, and one will flee.

The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky,
Than mayest thou,

Except thyself may be
Thine enemy;
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty.

[Anonymous No.14474749]

coomers don't deserve Dickinson

[Anonymous No.14475492]

bumping for bb

[Anonymous No.14476118]

>>14472501
based

[Anonymous No.14476133]

>>14472517
instagram tier

[Anonymous No.14476137]

>>14474749
Nobody deserves a dick in their son.