Ms. Ortiz, I have written poetry my entire life. As a child I learned of Emily Dickinson and have read and re-read her poetry many times through out my life. As I grew older I discovered her life's passions and foibles. I was born almost 100 years after her death and have cursed that century more times than I can count for separating me from her, for not being able to knock on her unwelcome door, loudly and persistently until finally she might have answered only to tell her that she is majestic and deserves to know that. The one thing that constantly annoys me about her life is that she was not accepted, not complimented for her work but constantly scorned until such time that all of her friends having passed she had no one left to tell her that she is immaculate. And withdrew into herself and her home. Well, I've just read two of your poems. And this time there is not a century forbidding me from saying this. You are immaculate. The depth of your poetry, the imagery, the emotion, the thousands of words unsaid in a line of eight....... You are spectacular. Thank you for living and sharing.
Dear poetess,
Your poems excite me a lot to read more and more poems than to write one.
Thanks for the beauty and integrity in your compositions.
Keep it up please.
Subhas
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Ms. Ortiz, I have written poetry my entire life. As a child I learned of Emily Dickinson and have read and re-read her poetry many times through out my life. As I grew older I discovered her life's passions and foibles. I was born almost 100 years after her death and have cursed that century more times than I can count for separating me from her, for not being able to knock on her unwelcome door, loudly and persistently until finally she might have answered only to tell her that she is majestic and deserves to know that. The one thing that constantly annoys me about her life is that she was not accepted, not complimented for her work but constantly scorned until such time that all of her friends having passed she had no one left to tell her that she is immaculate. And withdrew into herself and her home. Well, I've just read two of your poems. And this time there is not a century forbidding me from saying this. You are immaculate. The depth of your poetry, the imagery, the emotion, the thousands of words unsaid in a line of eight....... You are spectacular. Thank you for living and sharing.