Hello Friends,
Marcie Flinchum Atkins is hosting our round-up this weekend. Hooray! I have a clunker line from her: sinking hearts while the country seems fated
My triolet response:
Might I Recommend…
Stargazing to those of sinking heart A spirit lifting reconnection as the country seems ill fated Stargazing to those of sinking heart Nature’s soothing conversation by fits and starts Stargazing for those of sinking heart A spirit lifting reconnection
Linda Mitchell 7/25/25
Now for today's poetry post. One joy of having grown children is that I can travel without worry of leaving any little ones behind.
On a recent trip to New England, my husband I made a stop in Amherst, MA so that I could visit the Emily Dickinson Museum. It was wonderful. If you ever have a chance to go, do it. I spent just over two hours there on my own and loved it.
The knowledgable docent that led my tour through Dickinson's Homestead provided a solid presentation of facts while illustrating how it felt to live in the home with snippet's of Dickinson's writing. I'll try to give you a taste.
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| Outside Emily Dickinson's homestead. Linda Mitchell June 25 |
There's a certain Slant of light, (320)
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45723/theres-a-certain-slant-of-light-320
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| Titles of many hundreds of books in Dickinson's home. Linda Mitchell |
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| In Miss Dickinson's room at her writing desk and a replica of one of her dresses |
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| Textiles of Ms. Dickinson's homestead |
The story of how Miss Dickinson's homestead was preserved as a museum is fascinating. It's a bit tangled. But, if I have it correct, upon her death, Miss Dickinson's sister, Vinnie, sought help publishing Emily's poems from sister-in-law,Susanna (a next door neighbor and possible paramour) connections. However, it was a huge body of work and there was quite a bit of effort in getting the manuscripts ready. When it publication moved at too slow a pace for Vinnie, she turned to brother, Austin's mistress, Mabel Todd.




Linda, your post is a "spirit lifting reconnection for me. The last time I was at the Homestead was with my father, who died in 2016. We had an amazing time exploring literary New England, and Emily was a definite highlight. Thanks for your pics, which bring those days flooding back to me. xo
ReplyDeleteI love seeing you with her desk and dress! "Poetry Lounge" sounds delightful. Let's lounge around and read poetry. Your poem buoys us up when our hearts are sinking. Thanks xo
ReplyDeleteLinda your post flows with marvel and richness! Thanks for sprinkling us with your visit to Emily Dickinson’s homestead, and her poetry, she’s a fav of mine, 💙 seeing you there too! Your “Stargazing “ poem transports us, thanks for this momentary solace, xox 🐝🌻💙
ReplyDeleteThank you for the recommendation of the Emily Dickinson Museum, Linda! It is about an hour from my house, but I have never visited. I can just imagine you, tucked into that tiny writing desk, dreaming up magical verse. But alas, I think that pinecone might be to prevent such an occurrence. The chariot that bears my human soul is smiling!
ReplyDeleteOh, that little taste of Emily Dickinson and her home makes me want more. Thanks for that and for the sticker you sent me. Stargazing is an antidote to the weary news.
ReplyDeleteWhat a LOVELY use of a clunker line!!! You did that suggestion proud for those of us feeling low. Stargazing! What a glorious thought.
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, your pictures of the Dickinson Museum make me a tiny bit wistful!! What a lovely place that must be!! Thanks for sharing it.
Philosophy of Housekeeping. Now there's a book I'd like to peak inside! Thank you for sharing your tour. And I love that you used a clunker to write your triolet. Love the title and the poem.
ReplyDeleteLinda, your catch up with Emily Dickinson has resulted in some rich and expansive understandings. Thank you for sharing. It is a quite special experience to spend time in places previously inhabited by legends and heroes. I again find myself claimed by a clunker. I look forward to where this one takes me. I shall enjoy the experience and celebrate the discoveries!
ReplyDeleteThank you for this mini poetic tour of ED's homestead and for the advice to spend time stargazing when all seems lost in the world of humankind.
ReplyDeleteThat last poem brought back a rush of memories from the day after my dad died...
Such a great (vicarious) tour, Linda! Thank you! Her writing desk is so teeny!
ReplyDeleteLinda, I love this post! I have been to this house and stood by that white dress and looked out the window where she lowered gingerbread down to children below. (at least that's how I remember). I love everything about Emily and her poems always reach my heart. You're so fortunate to have spent two hours there alone!
ReplyDeleteOh I love "nature's soothing conversation." So lovely. And thank you for taking us on the trip to Emily Dickinson's home. I've been to Amherst, but my kids so tiny, so that wasn't a place we could venture to that time. Next time! I'm so glad you got to go exploring!
ReplyDeleteLinda, your triolet is a treasure. You always turn a clunker into a gem. I'll take that spirit lifting reconnection, thank you! And I'm jealous of your visit to dear Emily's homestead! How fun to see all these pictures. Though I was born in Massachusetts and went back a time or two on business trips, I haven't gotten back for my version of vital sightseeing. Atticus and I must plan a trip!
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