"I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me."

Emily Dickinson

Dickinson's poetry has an extraordinary charm that no other poet can match. She reveals the true nature of humanity in each of her works, and every poem strikes a chord with me. Among the selected works, my current favorite is "I had no time to hate", which is presented above. In this poem, Dickinson expresses her profound insights into life and emotions. She realizes that life is too short to waste on hatred, as the grave awaits us all. Instead, she focuses on the little joys and toils of love, believing that they are sufficient to bring meaning and fulfillment to her life. Her words make me reflect on my own life and the importance of choosing love over hate. Dickinson's poetry is truly a treasure that enriches our souls and makes us see the world in a different light.

This book of Emily Dickinson's poems, which delves into the profound themes of sexuality, love, emotions, nature, religion, spirituality, death, life, and the power of language, was truly an amazing read.

It was a delightful surprise to discover that one of the poems was a nod to the brilliant Bronte sisters.

Among all the poems in the book, this one stood out as my favorite:

"There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears the Human Soul –" - Emily Dickinson

Dickinson's words paint a vivid picture of the power of literature. A book is like a frigate that can transport us to distant lands, and a page of poetry is like a prancing courser, carrying us on a journey of the imagination.

What's more, this journey is accessible to everyone, regardless of their financial means. The poorest can take this traverse without the burden of a toll.

The chariot that bears the human soul is frugal indeed, and Dickinson's poem reminds us of the beauty and value of language and literature.

The original text seems to be in Turkish and means "It was perfect ❤️". Here is an expanded English version:

The experience was truly perfect. Every single detail was executed with precision and care. From the moment we arrived, we were greeted with warm smiles and exceptional service. The atmosphere was inviting and charming, making us feel right at home. The food was delicious, a culinary masterpiece that tantalized our taste buds. The presentation was also outstanding, adding an extra touch of elegance. The activities and entertainment provided were top-notch, keeping us engaged and entertained throughout. It was a memorable occasion that will stay with us forever. We can't wait to return and experience the perfection all over again. ❤️

Kar yağarken geldin.

Toprak eski haline dönerken gideceksin.

Karganın tatlı alayı ve yükselen sesiyle Neşenin.

Korku içinde geldin, ancak oyle şen bir gidişle gideceksin ki insanlar yeniden hayata açılacak, senin derinlerine.

"Bir sözcük ölür, söylendiğinde, denir - Ben derim ki dünyaya o gün gelir."

Son olarak, "Bir orkide yüreği taşıyana - Bataklıklar pembedir Haziranla."

The publisher presents us with a garden of poems that the poet wrote from 1854 to 1881. The poems in the last section were presented to the reader under another title as their exact dates are unknown. The gardener is Emily Dickinson. In the selection consisting of the poems she wrote from the age of twenty-four to fifty-one, the translator will make the translation without changing the capital letters and punctuation marks, which are the poet's personal choice and have the quality of a signature. Well done! Good health to his hands. Under the rigid and soft New England sky, aware of the strange invention called Hope, which is a Union of the Heart, the Flowers that act as ambassadors across the sea to the Other Lands she has never seen have become a kind of siblings to her. One more line from the poet who is conscious of her fanaticism: "Mezarda bir Çukur, O korkunç Yeri, Bir Yuva yapar."

Emily Dickinson now lies in her nest.

I give it 5 stars because Emily Dickinson deserves them, but this specific book has left me with quite a few mixed feelings.

We have a selection of poems that, although some are quite well crafted, I don't fully understand, considering they aim to bring to light the most decadent (in the best sense of the word) image of Dickinson. Although there are some poems that I have too many of and others that I lack to achieve that, I still end up buying it. On the other hand, the translation is more or less decent (with some exceptions) but it messes up in a rather important aspect: the pronouns. All the romantic poems have been translated as if they were dedicated to a man (even in those where it was too obvious that they were dedicated to Susan). In many translations the same thing happens, but that doesn't make me any less angry. In addition, if we add to that that in the translator's note at the end she talks about several "unrequited" male loves and refers to Susan as "a childhood friend and her sister-in-law". Come on... Please...

Overall, while the collection of poems has its merits, the translation issues have definitely detracted from my enjoyment of the book. It's a shame because Dickinson's work is so beautiful and complex, and I feel that the translation could have done a better job of capturing its essence. However, despite these flaws, I still appreciate the opportunity to read and study Dickinson's poems, and I would recommend this book to others who are interested in her work.

Meterse en la poesía de Emily Dickinson es como ser invitado a un club exclusivo, pero un poco raro. En este club, todo está lleno de silencio y introspección. Sus frases son como enigmas que te hacen rascarte la cabeza. Dickinson escribe desde su propia burbuja, una casa con muchas ventanas pero con las cortinas cerradas.

Es cierto que su visión del mundo es intensa. A veces, te hace sentir que estás asomándote a un abismo emocional. Ella habla de la muerte como si fuera una simple charla sobre el clima. Y del amor, con un misterio que te deja pensando si alguna vez lo vivió realmente. También habla de la naturaleza con una devoción que haría sonrojar a un naturalista.

Pero aquí está el truco. No es un libro que puedas leer de golpe, porque te puede saturar. Es como comer bombones muy intensos. Después de tres, necesitas parar y respirar. Algunos poemas son tan abstractos que te hacen sentir como si te hubieras perdido en el camino. Pero otros te golpean con una verdad tan directa que no sabes si aplaudir o llorar.

Por otro lado, el aire a "esto es para mí, no para el público" puede ser un poco desconcertante. Es como si Emily estuviera escribiendo cartas secretas a un universo que aún no conocemos. En algunos momentos, la conexión entre su mente y tus ojos no se logra del todo.

Lo mejor de Poemas es que te deja con muchas preguntas. ¿Qué pensaba Emily Dickinson? ¿Cómo vivía? ¿Por qué parecía tan fascinada con la idea de no estar aquí? No es el típico libro que recomendaría a todo el mundo. Pero si te gustan los desafíos mentales y las emociones profundas con un toque críptico, este es tu club privado.

Eso sí, ten a mano algo ligero para leer después. Dickinson no te deja indiferente, pero tampoco te da tregua.

I find myself in a bit of a dilemma when it comes to rating this poetry collection. I can't quite decide whether to give it two or three stars.

To be honest, this isn't really the type of poetry that I'm particularly drawn to. However, I must admit that I don't read a great deal of poetry in the first place.

Some of the poems within this collection were rather challenging for me to interpret. I just didn't have the energy or the inclination to really dig deep and understand their meanings.

On the other hand, there were a few poems that came to me more easily. Their words seemed to flow and make sense without too much effort on my part.

And then there were a couple of poems that actually managed to amuse me. They had a certain charm or wit that brought a smile to my face.

Overall, while the poetry itself didn't completely wow me, I have to say that the cover of this collection was my absolute favorite part. It was simply beautiful, and it immediately caught my eye.

I can't believe it. All my life, I have been a reader, and yet, somehow, I never read anything by Emily Dickinson before this. It's truly astonishing. But now, having discovered her work, I find myself thinking that I could really get into poetry as a genre.

I'm not entirely sure how I would rate this particular piece of hers. However, there's no denying that her writing is beautiful. It has a certain charm and elegance that draws you in and makes you want to keep reading.

This book of hers is a great one to pick up in between other longer reads. It provides a nice break and a different kind of literary experience. It allows you to dip into the world of poetry and appreciate the beauty and power of words in a concise and engaging way. I'm looking forward to exploring more of Emily Dickinson's works in the future.

Dense, bleak, lyrical, aesthetic, morbid - these are the words that come to mind when I think of these poems.

They are filled with metaphorical allusions and philosophical depth that sears right into the heart.

The vivid and lucid imagery used in these poems is truly captivating, painting a picture that is both beautiful and haunting.

I don't think I'll ever forget any of these poems. They have left an indelible mark on my soul and will always be a part of me.

Each time I read them, I discover something new, something that I may have missed before.

These poems are like a hidden treasure chest, waiting to be explored and discovered.

They are a testament to the power of language and the beauty that can be found in the written word.

I am truly grateful to have come across these poems and I know that they will continue to inspire and move me for years to come.

My inclination to read some of Emily Dickinson’s poetry was germinated by, of all things, an old video game.

When I was a kid, I dedicated hundreds of hours to Morrowind, an escape from the dolours of adolescence. And I’ve found myself returning to it on occasion, inspired by nostalgia and an online cult following that is surprisingly robust for a game released nearly twenty years ago.

Morrowind is a fantasy role-playing game set on Vvardenfell, an island dominated by a volcano called Red Mountain. Underneath it lives the antagonist, Dagoth Ur, a demigod thought slain by the Tribunal but preserved by the power of the Heart of Lorkhan. Both he and the Tribunal became divine through this power, but now Dagoth Ur’s power is growing as the Tribunal’s wanes. He uses his power to create ash storms carrying the corprus disease, and only your character, the reincarnation of Nerevar, can stop him.

As you progress, you encounter the Dreamers, whose minds are taken over by Dagoth Ur’s influence. Their dialogue alludes to one of Dickinson’s poems. This shows how Dickinson’s unpublished works have saturated our literary consciousness. A reclusive poet who shunned publication now finds her way into a fantasy world. It exemplifies the autonomous afterlife of the written word she identified in another poem.

Despite the longevity of her poetic star, Dickinson’s works still have their intriguing “Alice-in-Wonderland” quality, achieved through a combination of common metre and striking figurative images. Her poems, like “Hope is the thing with feathers” and “I know some lonely houses off the road,” continue to captivate readers with their unique charm.

I was a hummingbird, nothing more;

hummingbird, nothing less -

I am enchanted with Emily Dickinson. What a delight!

A good book and a cup of tea, and nothing more.

It's a simple yet wonderful scene. Just like a hummingbird, I flit from one beautiful thought to another in her poetry. The words seem to dance on the page, captivating my heart and mind. With a good book in one hand and a warm cup of tea in the other, I am completely immersed in the world of Emily Dickinson. It's a place where time stands still and all my cares fade away. I lose myself in the beauty and mystery of her words, and it's a truly magical experience.

My favourites in the collection are truly remarkable.

Take poem 252 for example. It beautifully expresses the contrast between grief and joy. The poet says, "I can wade Grief - Whole Pools of it - I’m used to that - But the least push of Joy - Breaks up my feet -". It shows how familiar the poet is with grief, but how even a small amount of joy can have a profound impact.

Poem 254, "Hope is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -", presents hope as a constant and unwavering presence within us.

In poem 501, the idea that this world is not the conclusion is explored. There is something beyond, invisible like music but positive like sound. It beckons and baffles, and scholars puzzle over it.

Poem 712 tells the story of Death stopping for the poet. The carriage holds only them and Immortality, and they drive slowly.

Finally, poem 741 states that the most vital expression of drama is the common day. Even without a written record, stories like "Romeo and Juliet" are enacted infinitely in the human heart.

These poems are not only beautiful but also thought-provoking, making them some of my absolute favourites in the collection.