~ An Emily Dickinson Theory Comments

Wherever Emily Dickinson is now, dear Adeline Foster, I am certain she must feel more than compensated as well not only by the joy of writing poetry but by your understanding her life when so many biographers especially on the current scene have made her almost an object of ridicule, gossip and outright obtuse evaluation. Her life, lived for poetry you have redeemed in words, her dignity, even, her nobility and as well, the nobility of this kind of poetic vocation. Thank You.

I found this piece so relatable because it sounds like you're channeling a writer's journey through collecting ideas and diving into the emotional places we get in. I loved this poem!

What ever made you think that I was trying to write like Emily Dickinson? It is, as the title says, about poets including Emily, a theory only. Style or wording has no connection to her, it is just my own conjecture on what makes poets tick. Adeline

The style strikes me as more Wordsworth than Dickinson. In fact, Wordsworth has an extensive preface of a republishing which is like,10 pages long, and talks very much along these lines. Dickinson had a more scattered- breathy style. The main connection which the poem has to Emily is its insistence that the poet walks a lonely path, of which she most definitely walked. I really liked the poem, and I think the purpose overtakes the art (word choice and metaphors) , which is an annoying phenomenon that happens frequently. What it means to be a poet really connects with what it means to be human. Do you have such a piece, Adeline?

a lovely read on Emily. Writer's emotions run deep more so than othe people.

Yes, true! such is the tenor between the writer and the reader, the one who feels deeply, speaks of the other one's pain...herein lies the reason of poetry being a universal phenomenon in our abstract world...Emily Dickinson too...in the guise of a personal artist talks about the pain felt by others too...

This is lovely Adeline - thank you for posting again and inviting me to read. The poet's heart contains the world.

Simply beautiful 'nough said BB: O)