The Emily Dickinson Flower

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 Emily Dickinson 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:
With a flower:
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too --
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
With flowers:
If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not;
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot!
And if to miss were merry,
And if to mourn were gay,
How very blithe the fingers
That gathered these to-day!
The photo to the right shows the primrose which has an ancestor which had been tended by Emily Dickinson herself. So, a little bit of Emily is now with us in our garden. "I hide myself within my flower ..."

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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.



The plant gets stronger: Photo: May 11, 2014