Category Archives: emily dickinson
Fewer things are more beautiful in this world than sunsets. Particularly over water. I first discovered Emily Dickinson’s poetry in high school, when assigned a poetry journal. My mom, bless her heart, helped me choose several poets and poems to interpret, and taught me that Dickinson’s poetry was about “more than just death,” as I previously though. On my 18th birthday, I received a collection of Dickinson’s poetry, with the inscription, “You’ll probably just think these are about death!” Thankfully, no.
Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,–
Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman, Yellow she affords Only scantly and selectly, Like a lover's words. Tabatha A. Yeatts hosts the roundup this week