“Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
that perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
–Emily Dickinson
Yes…. That house really was pink. It was even brighter, but I toned it down. (HA! Me…. toning down? It’s rare, but it happened.)
I really loved these houses. When I was little, I remember my grandpa having a front yard like that. It’s a neat memory. I imagine, when they were built, they were quite fancy, but have been forgotten, in favor of those huge homes we see these days. I found these cute houses with Google street view. They are in Kansas City.
Emily Dickenson
In 1830, Emily Dickinson was born in Amherst, Massachusetts. She
attended Mount Holyoke Female Seminary in South Hadley, but severe
homesickness led her to return home after one year. Throughout her life,
she seldom left her house and visitors were scarce. The people with
whom she did come in contact, however, had an enormous impact on her
thoughts and poetry. She was particularly stirred by the Reverend
Charles Wadsworth, whom she met on a trip to Philadelphia. He left for
the West Coast shortly after a visit to her home in 1860, and some
critics believe his departure gave rise to the heartsick flow of verse
from Dickinson in the years that followed. While it is certain that he
was an important figure in her life, it is not certain that this was in
the capacity of romantic love—she called him “my closest earthly
friend.” Other possibilities for the unrequited love in Dickinson’s
poems include Otis P. Lord, a Massachusetts Supreme Court Judge, and
Samuel Bowles, editor of the Springfield Republican. More…
No comments:
Post a Comment