~~April is National Poetry Month!~~
Many people have heard of Emily Dickinson’s poem #254.
“Hope is the thing with feathers/ That perches in the soul/ And sings the tune without the words/ And never stops at all” — Emily Dickinson
One of the reasons I like her poems is her punctuation and capitalization. She hadn’t actually intended to publish her poems, so much of what you read punctuation-wise is an editor’s choice to standardize what she wrote. That’s also why the poems aren’t titled and organized in different ways in different publications.
Even though she wasn’t recognized while she lived, her poetry survived her.
And Emily, who spent much of her life isolated except for her books, understands the introvert, bibliophile, and nature lover. (Which many of us bloggers are.) She lived in her mind, and it was a wonderful, wide world.
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#1263 by Emily Dickinson
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry–
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll–
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.
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