Having been in attendance to many annual celebrations of Emily Dickinson’s birthday by the Montgomery County Literary Arts Council’s Writers In Performance Series and related lectures, I find this posting an interesting read, but it’s Higginson’s poem, June that got most of my attention. Considering myself to be a naturalist, I feel it. — kenne
Here’s another post in our informal series “The Roots of Emily Dickinson.” Now a title like that may lead some to think I’m some sort of Dickinson scholar—which would be a fine thing to be, but I’m not. Frankly, when I started this project a few years back I assumed I’d present some Emily Dickinson poems. After all, not only do they famously fit well to music, but she was part of the poetry canon that I was raised on. Then something unexpected happened.
When I started to dig into Dickinson poems they grew mysterious, not just the elusive mystery of their intent or even their true subject, but the somewhat more external mystery of how they came to be written in the mid-19th century in a town in rural Massachusetts without any sure models for Dickinson’s new kind of poetry.
We know how many other writers assembled their…
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A close friend of mine did a one-woman Emily DIckinson performance when she was in Europe twenty years ago where her husband served as an Ambassador. She said it was her favorite on-stage performance. Now she portrays Queen Victoria for our Dickens Victorian Village.
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