Of Emily Dickinson and Spring Blooms

The opening and the Close Of Being, are alike Or differ, if they do, As Bloom upon a Stalk–(1089) I’ve always liked Emily Dickinson’s poetry.  She has this pithy way of putting things in a few, well-chosen words; a prism mind that turns things over for a thorough look; a quiet defiance that goes its own way with surprisingly modern skepticism;  a willingness to break … Continue reading Of Emily Dickinson and Spring Blooms