Emily Dickinson
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Miss Emily by Nuala O’Connor
Alexa Dooseman reviews Miss Emily by Nuala O’Connor today in Rumpus Books.
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Emily Dickinson’s Self-Portrait
I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves. For the Kenyon Review blog, Meg Shevenock…
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Fresh Breath in the Afterlife
Dear Emily, For you— Some altoids—breathe Peacefully— And mintily— Nancy McCabein visits the graves of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Emily Dickinson (where her friend left some breath mints) for the Ploughshares blog.
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New York, Collected
At the New Yorker, Valeria Luiselli gives us an essay in defense of monuments, libraries, park benches, daughters, Dickinson, and ‘simplicissimusses’: In that first New York of my early twenties, I decided that I despised writers who admitted to crying…
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The Last Poem I Loved: “‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers” by Emily Dickinson
Dickinson realizes that hope shifts and flutters and changes within you.
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The Rumpus Book Club Chat With Joshua Shenk
The Rumpus Book Club chats with Joshua Wolf Shenk about his new book, Powers of Two: Finding the Essence of Innovation in Creative Pairs, creative intimacy, how John Lennon and Paul McCartney worked together, and the myth of the solo…
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The Marriage of Music and Poetry
Brown has tied the concept to sound/color synesthesia, a neurological phenomenon that causes people to see color when they hear music. Her research has led her to believe that during Dickinson’s most productive creative period (1860–1865), she could have been…
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I’m Emily Dickinson! Who Are You?
For her “The Poems (We Think) We Know” column at the Los Angeles Review of Books, Alexandra Socarides writes about Emily Dickinson’s celebrated “I’m Nobody! Who are you?,” debunking its commonly held interpretation: There is a seemingly stark private/public dichotomy…
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Back to the Beginning: Why I Write
In the beginning the words flowed like honey, like maple syrup, like corn syrup; yes, the metaphors flowed just like that.


