The photograph of Emily Dickinson's handwritten manuscript displayed in yesterday's post was illegible, so I offer a transcription. ***** Wild nights! Wild nights! Were I with thee, Wild nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds To a heart in port, Done with the compass, Done with the chart. Rowing in Eden! Ah! the sea! … Continue reading More Than Birds and Sunsets
One of the literature textbooks I used the first years I taught, in the early '70s, described Emily Dickinson as America's greatest woman poet. I'm ashamed to say I had to take a course in literature written by women (with a stroll through The Second Sex) before I realized the idiocy of that statement. Emily … Continue reading So there.