"Emily Dickinson Was Not Such a Recluse After All"
"Above all, perhaps, there is Dickinson the gardener, full of reverent glee for the glories of the natural world. However reclusive she might have been, she clearly spent a great deal of time outside. After returning from eye treatment in Cambridge in 1865, she writes: ‘For the first few weeks I did nothing but comfort my plants, till now their small green cheeks are wreathed with smiles.’"
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What Sparks Poetry:
Evelyn Reilly on "Having Broken, Are"
"I live in New York City and also down a dirt road in the country, and that dual existence is part of the 'reality' of both the title poem and the poem sequences that make up most of this book. I put 'reality' in quotation marks because all poems, I believe, are attempts to channel what Sun RA (who is also an interlocutor in this book) calls the 'impossible possible,' which is both a reality and not. Seeking possible words for impossible possibilities I take as one of poetry’s tasks." |
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