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I will always have a profound love for Dickinson's poems. One after another, they unfold before us the enchanting beauty of an inward world. Sometimes, they are scattered with thought-provoking images that make us stop and ponder deeply. At other times, they are filled with sweet and warm feelings that touch our hearts gently. And all the time, they are imbedded with a profound sensitivity that is the mark of the poet's gracious living.
In her poem "Life", she begins with the line "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" This simple yet powerful question makes us reflect on our own identities. She goes on to say that being a nobody can be better than being a somebody, as being a somebody is like a frog, constantly advertising oneself to an admiring bog.
Her poem "Hope" is equally beautiful. She describes hope as a thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings a tune without words. Hope is sweetest in the gale and can withstand even the strongest storm. It has been heard in the chillest land and on the strangest sea, yet it has never asked for a crumb from her.
In poem XXIII, she writes about the grave as her little cottage where she "keeps house" for someone. She makes her parlor orderly and lays the marble tea, waiting for the day when everlasting life will unite them in strong society. These poems by Dickinson are truly a treasure trove of wisdom and beauty.
In her poem "Life", she begins with the line "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" This simple yet powerful question makes us reflect on our own identities. She goes on to say that being a nobody can be better than being a somebody, as being a somebody is like a frog, constantly advertising oneself to an admiring bog.
Her poem "Hope" is equally beautiful. She describes hope as a thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings a tune without words. Hope is sweetest in the gale and can withstand even the strongest storm. It has been heard in the chillest land and on the strangest sea, yet it has never asked for a crumb from her.
In poem XXIII, she writes about the grave as her little cottage where she "keeps house" for someone. She makes her parlor orderly and lays the marble tea, waiting for the day when everlasting life will unite them in strong society. These poems by Dickinson are truly a treasure trove of wisdom and beauty.