Book Club

[Oznell]

Absolutely, @Zernia Rose .   Wow, I hadn't thought of the Fabian Society in years-- another fascinating phenomenon.

[JudyL]

@Oznell - I have never enjoyed reading poetry.  However, now I want to read some of Emily Dickinson's poetry and the book you reviewed.  

[Oznell]

Am thrilled, @JudyL .    Here's a taste of a fragment to start you off,  "A Narrow Fellow in the Grass".    It has her characteristic quick shifts in imagery, the capitalizations and dashes you see in her work.   I think that very last line is astonishing, to have been written in the 19th century--

It starts:

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides –
You may have met Him – did you not
His notice sudden is    

And ends--

Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone –

Another superb one is the one that starts,  "Since I could not stop for Death,  He kindly stopped for me",   (or words very close to that).   I'd post it, but it might be a little eerie to start off with in the a.m....

[JudyL]

@Oznell - Thank you for your post.  So sweet of you to write all of that.  Next time I'm at the library, I'm going to look for a book of her poetry.

[alliswell]

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@Oznell wrote:

Am thrilled, @JudyL .    Here's a taste of a fragment to start you off,  "A Narrow Fellow in the Grass".    It has her characteristic quick shifts in imagery, the capitalizations and dashes you see in her work.   I think that very last line is astonishing, to have been written in the 19th century--

It starts:

A narrow Fellow in the Grass
Occasionally rides –
You may have met Him – did you not
His notice sudden is    

And ends--

Without a tighter breathing
And Zero at the Bone –

Another superb one is the one that starts,  "Since I could not stop for Death,  He kindly stopped for me",   (or words very close to that).   I'd post it, but it might be a little eerie to start off with in the a.m....

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Thank you, @Oznell 

This one is one of my favorites too:

Some keep the Sabbath going to Church –
I keep it, staying at Home – 
With a Bobolink for a Chorister – 
And an Orchard, for a Dome – 

Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice – 
I, just wear my Wings – 
And instead of tolling the Bell, for Church,
Our little Sexton – sings.

God preaches, a noted Clergyman – 
And the sermon is never long,
So instead of getting to Heaven, at last – 
I’m going, all along.

[Oznell]

Thoughtful @alliswell ,  thank you for posting that wonderful poem of hers!