Emily Dickinson : Selected Poems [Gramercy Library of Classic Poets]

"The pedigree of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy."

Isn't it a miracle how words have the ability stretch across time and hooks our hearts? Isn't it a wonder how fascinated poets are by bees? Anyway, it's not exactly a hot take but I love it!

Delightful miniature that looks like a leatherbound book. Emily Dickinson wrote poetry that lives far beyond her very limited life and brought much originality to her poetry.

I have had this short read on my book shelf and decided time to read it. I may have read her poems in school but I do not remember.
I was expecting light reading but found so many of her poems were about death and sad.
This edition has over 100 of her poems.

The only poem that resonated with me was: "Returning" on page 28.

I stepped from Plank to plank
A slow and cautious way
The Stars about my Head I felt
About my Feed the Sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch --
This gave me that precarious Gait
Some call Experience.

* * *

Hope is a strange invention --
A Patent of the Heart --
In unremitting action
Yet never wearing out --

Of this electric Adjunct
Not anything is known
But its unique momentum
Embellish all we own --

The Modern Library (1924)

Voce emblematica della poesia americana di inizio novecento, la Dickinson trae spunto dalle immagini della quotidianità per costruire un universo metafisico, dove ogni oggetto e ogni elemento naturale ha una incredibile carica emozionale.