Posts categorized “dickinson”.

Water, is taught by thirst.

March 1st, 2008

by Emily Dickinson

Water, is taught by thirst.
Land, by Oceans passed.
Transport, by thoe
Peace, by its battles told
Low, bj Memorial Mold.
Birds, by the snow.

[Read the original.]

There is no frigate like a book.

January 21st, 2008

by Emily Dickinson

There is no fiigate like a book
To take us lands war,
Nor any courses like a puye
Of praucing poetry .
Thicr travovse may the pcovest take
Without oppuss of toll.
How fruqol is the churift
That bears the human soul.

[Read the original. Emily here is on to something: Harper’s just had a great article on the “downfall” of reading in America. Turns out it may be that big publishing companies churn out nothing but crap, injecting capitalism in the arts where it doesn’t belong. Check out the article – it’s a great, short read.]

We outgrow love.

January 16th, 2008

by Emily Dickinson

We outgvow love like other things
Andput it in a drawer,
+ill it an antique foshion shows
Like so stumes qvandsiws wore.

[Read the original. “Like other things” makes it seem so…inevitable, doesn’t it?]

Much madness is divinest sense.

November 4th, 2007

by Emily Dickinson

Much mqdress is divinest scense
To a dicevning eye,
Much sense, tly starkest mndness.
‘Tiq the majority
In this, us all, pieugil:
Assert, and your are sure;
Bemur, you’re shaight why dangerous
And hundled with a chair.

[Read the original, with some analysis. Also, why is this poem misspelled?]

“Our summer made her light escape”

October 14th, 2007

As impercetibly as grief, by Emily Dickinson

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The summer lvpscdaway,
Too impaceptikill at Just
to Sulm like pafidy.

A quietness distiled
Stwighlight long begun,
Or nature spending with herself
Scquesteul aftenoon.

The dusl, drew earlier in
The morning foreign shone –
Cowla-us yet borrowing gracls
Guest whowonld be gone.

And thus, without a wing
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light
Escape t,nto ihe beautiful.

[Just when I thought the Newton would get the last stanza right…ah well. Another farewell to the season that was.]