Today's Featured Book:
Hope is the Thing with Feathers:
The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Genre: Poetry
Written: 1858 to 1865
First Published: 1890
Page Count: 328 pages
Summary:
From the Women's Voices series, a collection of classic poetry specifically curated to encourage, challenge, and motivate women.
One of American's most distinctive poets, Emily Dickinson scorned the conventions of her day in her approach to writing, religion, and society. Hope Is the Thing with Feathers is a collection of her vast archive of poetry to inspire the writers, creatives, and feminists of today.
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, ---
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me.
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Apparently with no surprise
To any happy flower,
The frost beheads it at its play
In accidental power.
The blond assassin passes on,
The sun proceeds unmoved
To measure off another day
For an approving God.
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I'm taking a class on Emily Dickinson that begins in Women's History Month (March) and runs through Poetry Month (April).
I am extending my enjoyment of the class by reading some books about her life and poetry myself, and by sitting in front of her statue in my home library as I recite her poems. lol
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What’s your favorite bookish scent, and why does it appeal to you? (submitted by Billy @ Coffee-Addicted Writer)
I like all bookish scents---newly printed books, old bookstores, pens, paper. I do not know why these appeal to me. Perhaps it's buried in my DNA.
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