Title: Collected Poems
Author: Emily Dickinson
Rating: 5 / 5 stars
Reading Challenges: Mixing it Up – Poetry; Mount TBR; Fall into Reading
How I Got It: I own it
I’ve always liked Emily Dickinson and her poetry. I think there’s something about her morbid outlook that speaks to me. I am not an optimist and I have a feeling she wasn’t either. Her poetry itself is often disjointed, but it all seems to go together. This is one of those volumes that I pick up every few years. It’s a comfort read, an old friend, a reminder of my past. Dickinson is not for everyone, but she’s definitely for me.
My favorite: Hope
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.