Saturday, December 10, 2016

Happy Birthday, Emily

It is amazing that a lady from Amherst, Massachusetts who had a great liking for baking, wearing white,celebrating the Sabbath in her own way and writing poems late into the night is still remembered almost two centuries later. Those poems. They range from meditations on bees and clovers to secret longings from the heart.

If you never read any of poems, you can go online now and find her poems. They are worth your time. They are beautiful, poignant and haunting.

This is a picture of a book of Emily's poetry that is well loved by me. This version is great because it is unedited and all her wonderful dashes are left as she originally wrote it.



This gem is one from my friend, Robert, for my birthday. It is a book of all some of her poetry writings on pieces of paper. Different versions and with cross out too. I'd your an Emily fan, it is a great nook. It makes her more real to me if that makes sense.





If you know someone who loves her, this is a great gift.

I took pictures of two of my many favorites of Emily.

Wild Nights, Wild Nights



All the letters I can write



She didn't really title her poems. The first lines are used as titles. I have many poems I like by Emily. When I reread her poetry book, there are new ones I discover all the time. Here are a few more. You can click on the link for two of the poems to read .

You cannot put a fire out


Come slowly – Eden!
Lips unused to Thee –
Bashful – sip thy Jessamines –
As the fainting Bee –

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums –
Counts his nectars –
Enters – and is lost in Balms.


To see the Summer Sky
Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie—
True Poems flee—


What I can do—I will—
Though it be little as a Daffodil—
That I cannot—must be
Unknown to possibility—

I taste a liquor never brewed

I know some of you have your favorite Emily Dickinson's poems. Please do share in the comments. I hope you all enjoyed this Birthday post to Emily.



Thank you Emily for all the wondrous poetry that you have left us centuries later. I always find solace, hope and beauty in your words.



Shellsigna

1 comment:

thetarotman said...

Oh, my Goddess! Shell, I could feel your Energies vibrating off the words. I could almost see you typing faster than your fingers could handle!

As you may recall from my Goddess Courses, I began "nominating" various women with various Goddess Titles. I Lovingly and Divinely Declare Emily Dickinson, the Eternal Goddess of Powerful Poetry.

You are quite correct; it is amazing how more than two centuries later, this Eternal Goddess of the Written Word continues to have a profound effect on so many of us.

I AM honored that you took a photograph of the Emily Dickinson poetry book I gave you. I remember it found me in the Center City section of Philadelphia, while I was celebrating MY Birthday, and then when I saw it, I knew it would be perfect for YOUR Birthday!

I AM honored to know that it continues to bring you so much happiness and peace.

I did a quick search online, and here is one of Emily's poems that I found:

My nosegays are for captives;
Dim, long-expectant eyes,
Fingers denied the plucking,
Patient till paradise.

To such, if they should whisper,
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.

Shell, thank you so much for all you do, and for all you are.