Saw Emily Dickenson bio movie A Quiet Passion. One poem:

[elleng]

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

BY EMILY DICKINSON

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

[Mme. Defarge]

1. I'm looking forward to seeing that film

I have always loved this one:

I DIED for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
“For beauty,” I replied.
“And I for truth,—the two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

[elleng]

2. So do I love that one.

Tears in my eyes at end of movie, I didn't want to post anything with that theme. Will go back to them with time.

Truth/Beauty

[applegrove]

3. I am dying to see the movie. Don't know much about her.

[elleng]

4. It's a great movie, imo.

There's a lot to learn about her.

[nolabear]

5. I'm a poet. I've actually made money at it.

I'm not saying that to be a snot, just to underscore that I've read a LOT of poetry and love many and diverse poets. And I just do not get it with Emily Dickinson. I know she speaks to many people and that's wonderful. But somewhere along the line someone removed the Dickinson organ from my body.

Plus, she almost always writes in common meter, four feet followed by three, which means you can sing all of her poems to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texas, The House of the Rising Sun, Amazing Grace or the theme from Gilligan's Island.

I also know a lot of bar tricks. 😄

[elleng]

6. so much depends

upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens


Not being a snot, and I know NO bar tricks! Love poetry, may get back into (reading!) it. Have GOT it with her forever!

[nolabear]

7. Weirdly enough I love WCW. And hey, I'm in a clear minority with her.

Now't's as queer as folk. 😍

[elleng]

8. Ok w me!

Buffalo Bill ’s
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death

[WinkyDink]

9. Not bad company to be in, if you ask me.

[WinkyDink]

10. My favorite: "Because I Could Not Stop for Death."

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

[elleng]

11. Yes. the last scene.

[UTUSN]

12. elleng, we've been through TCHAIKOVSKY, *now* Emily, TOO?!1 Here are two at random:

Let's see, my "The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson" is dated 02-17-76, but honesty forces me to admit I have not read more than ten of the near 1000 poems.

So, picking at random to highlight whatever this tenuous connection is, here are two I just skimmed to find for you (what's to become of my books?!1):

#721

Behind Me - dips Eternity -
Before Me - Immortality -
Myself - the Term between -
Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray,
Dissolving into Dawn away,
Before the West begin -

'Tis Kingdoms - afterward - they say -
In perfect - pauseless Monarchy -
Whose Prince - is Son of None -
Himself - his Dateless Dynasty -
Himself - Himself diversify -
In Duplicate divine -

'Tis Miracle before Me - then -
'Tis Miracle behind - between -
A Crescent in the Sea -
With Midnight to the North of Her -
And Midnight to the South of Her -
And Maelstrom - in the Sky -

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#1137

The duties of the Wind are few,
To cast the ships, at Sea,
Establish March, the Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.

The pleasures of the Wind are broad,
To dwell Extent among,
Remain, or wander,
Speculate, or Forests entertain.

The kinsmen of the Wind are Peaks
Azof - the Equinox,
Also with Bird and Asteroid
A bowing intercourse.

The limitations of the Wind
Do he exist, or die,
Too wise he seems for Wakelessness,
However, know not I.

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[elleng]

13. :hug:

The Brain—is wider than the Sky—

For—put them side by side—

The one the other will contain

With ease—and You—beside—



The Brain is deeper than the sea—

For—hold them—Blue to Blue—

The one the other will absorb—

As Sponges—Buckets—do—


The Brain is just the weight of God—

For—Heft them—Pound for Pound—

And they will differ—if they do—

As Syllable from Sound—

[UTUSN]

14. Here're are some of my own, elleng,

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06-09-75

Break into my reality.
It ought not to be strange to you.
It is no stranger you will meet there,
for my reality is you.
My reality also is me,
and you will see, you will see
that neither am I a stranger.

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08-??-75

It is never so far
that I can outrun
this flapjack-horizoned
expanse of earth.

This place or any other
is interchangeable, the other with the one.
The domain of my species is measured
in eyelengths to the sun.

My hair is my clothes and my adornment;
my voice is my music;
my hand is my friend and my helper;
my earth is my home.

In my hair I am clothed and adorned;
by my voice do I sing myself;
through my hand I am befriended;
of my earth I am sheltered and nourished.

I am the universe and cannot escape myself.
The fact that I am is the barrier.

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[cwydro]

15. I love her poetry,

and that's one of my favorites.