My favorite poet is Emily Dickenson, a beautiful sould trapped for and because of love. It doesn't take a great deal of reading of her stuff to feel the "moderninity" of her thought. I would like to hear from whomever ladies decide to contribute what their particular feelings are as to love and being loved might be and what God ( be he(r) Jehovah, Jesus, Bob, Sam, or Augie) might have put into their hearts as to what "love" really is and why it is different from the interpretation(s) of us beer swilling swine.
I like her a great deal too. I have her complete works right here by my computer and several websites.
I would have liked to have met her...and imagined that I would meet her in the resurrection when I was a JW.
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Heart, we will forget him!
You and I, tonight!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me
That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging
I may remember him!
Here is my favorite poem by Emily Dickenson
Remorse -- is Memory -- awake --
Her Parties all astir --
A Presence of Departed Acts --
At window -- and at Door --
Its Past -- set down before the Soul
And lighted with a Match --
Perusal -- to facilitate --
And help Belief to stretch --
Remorse is cureless -- the Disease
Not even God -- can heal --
For 'tis His institution -- and
The Adequate of Hell --
Never read her - she sounds a bit like Stevie Smith.
This is my favorite poem of Emily Dickinson's. It was used in the movie Sophie's Choice back around 1982. When I started going to college I had the opportunity to read a lot of her stuff. She's quite amazing, isn't she?
Here it is:
Ample make this bed.
Make this bed with awe;
In it wait till judgment break
Excellent and fair.
Be its mattress straight,
Be its pillow round;
Let no sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this ground.