In late spring 2012, we lodged at Amherst in a farm whose owner had once been
a gardener at the nearby Emily Dickinson house. She had grown flowers from the
house herself and gave us one as a present. For one
year, we took care for that fragile plant which had been a bit shocked at first
by the transport in the hot car. Now, after a year living in the best spot at the
herb garden, it has blossomed. We call it our "Emily Dickinson flower".
We like Dickinson because of her independence, creativity,
and because she can be read and interpreted from many different angles.
All her poems on gutenberg.org [TXT].
Even so her poems appear clear at first, there often remains an enigma. Dickinson
with her short poems is a very modern poet. As if she had anticipated and written them for
our fast, impatient and twitter-esque time. Here are two of her poems on flowers:
Oliver Knill, Back to my random page collection
|Purple red colored Primula veris (cowslip) Photo: April 28, 2013. Click on the photo to see it large. Herbarium of Emily (1839-1846) at Houghton Library. PDF.|