Tag: Emily Dickinson

Emily’s Day

It’s her day. Dec. 10, 1830, she came Into the world and lived in its hands The way she wanted to live and died In its hands the way she wanted to die. What she did not want is for us to see Her…

Post-ROMP: Poetry Left Behind

I always enjoy giving the museum a good look-over after an event. I find the words and lines and poems that people have left behind. The museum encourages wordplay  and almost everything in the space can be written on. Here are some of the…

The Thing About Chairs

I love simple wooden chairs. I love how they look against a wood floor. On a porch. Stacked up against a wall. Hanging on a wall (I have an old dark-stained one that I use as a towel rack on the bathroom wall.) I…

Beginning with Death

I wrote an earlier musing on poems ending with the word “life,” so I thought I would also consider poems beginning with the word “death.” The most famous of these is probably John Donne’s “Death Be Not Proud,” which John Gunther took for the…