July 28, 2009

I am entranced by this poem by Billy Collins. I read it several times before I decided to include it here in the Reader. The words it seemed were sorted through and chosen with great care by the poet. Emily Dickinson, being a recluse by nature, would speak sparingly I would imagine and the word picture of her gazing out her window seems so probable and presents his Emily in a gentle, feminine portrait.

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