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[theremightbecupcakespodcast]

Excited to once again be a part of the @thefrizzler book club/class. This time it’s Emily Dickinson, hosted and taught by @mark_wunderlich, so I know it will be delightful and insightful. Thank you, Christopher, for the scholarship! ♥️ #frizzlit #frizzlitbookclub #poetry #bookclub #theremightbecupcakes Posted @withregram • @emilydickinson.museum There are heroes who walk among us. Thanks to @toddjcolby for sharing this photo (and sign!) with us. Share your photos by tagging us! #EmilyDickinson #Dickinson #EmilyDickinsonMuseum https://www.instagram.com/p/CpiLTQKOO-1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Que homenagem mais linda de @toffee_and_eleni para @emilydickinson.museum ❤️❤️❤️📕📕📕

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[haileefrfr-itsusforever]

Happy Birthday Emily Dickinson

Thank You For All Your Poems

Thank You For Being So Inspirational

Thank You For Always Being Your Authentic Self

Your Truth & Legacy Is Out In The World Wish You Could See It All And To Know The Courage You Have Given So Many Women. So Thankful The World Had An Amazing Woman In The World. The Greatest Female Poet To Ever Have Lived. You Will Never Be Forgotten

Happy Birthday Emily

Forevermore

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[aconfusedhead]

"Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild   In forest and the hill By traveller is heard, Restraining rampant squirrel Or too impetuous bird.   How fair her conversation, A summer afternoon,-- Her household, her assembly; And when the sun goes down   Her voice among the aisles Incites the timid prayer Of the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower.   When all the children sleep She turns as long away As will suffice to light her lamps; Then, bending from the sky   With infinite affection And infiniter care, Her golden finger on her lip, Wills silence everywhere."   》》 On November 14, 1882, the day her mother died, Emily wrote this letter:   Sweet friend, Our Mother ceased - While we bear her dear form through the Wilderness, I am sure you are with us. Emily.   》》 Also in November, this letter to Mrs. J.G. Holland*:   The dear Mother that could not walk, has flown. It never occurred to use that thought she had no Limbs, she had Wings - and she soared from us unexpectedly as a summoned Bird . . . Thank you for the Love - I was sure whenever I lost my own I should find your Hand -   The Clover you brought me from Father's Grace, Spring will sow on Mother's - and she carried Violets in her Hand to encourage her. Remember me to your Annie and Kate.  Tell them I envy them their Mother. "Mother"! What a Name!   *Emily's dear friend, the wife of Dr. Josiah Gilbert Holland; Emily called her "Sister."   Emily survived her mother by only four years and 27 days. . . . #emilydickinson #emilydickinsonpoetry #emilydickinsonmuseum (em Sidrolândia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWRVzKqFdtf/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[lex-talks]

Emily Dickinson

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[marziesreads]

I got these beauties after spending a lovely hour at the #emilydickinsonmuseum with @julienneniemyski and @andyrefiak. https://www.instagram.com/p/B6GsLCZgkX9/?igshid=ohfm4kb7j01b

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[amherstarts-blog]

Emily Dickinson Museum intern Grace Grieve-Carlson is spending her summer re-creating the Dickinson family library. Hear more about her process of research and documentation, and get a special look at some of her favorite objects, during Amherst Arts Night Plus. . Amherst Arts Night Plus Thursday, Aug. 2, @emilydickinson.museum 5-8pm: Pop-up exhibition featuring selections by Grace Grieve-Carlson 7pm: Talk by Grace Grieve-Carlson exploring the importance of the family libraries in understanding the Dickinson legacy . #emilydickinson #poetry #art #amherstarts #amherstartsnightplus #amherstma #emilydickinsonmuseum #library #dickinson #legacy (at The Emily Dickinson Museum)

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[mglassman]

Saying Yes to the Belle’s Dress

 “I am growing handsome very fast indeed! I shall be the belle of Amherst when I reach my 17th year. --Emily Dickinson

Strange as it may sound, one of the most sublime moments of my own seventeenth year was having the belle of Amherst’s dress pressed against my body. That I would find such a moment thrilling was not something I could have predicted back then. I’d gone through most of school only vaguely aware of who Emily Dickinson even was, and thought the belle of Amherst was an actual bell.  

But in my junior year, I took a class in American poetry with a truly great teacher, and by end of the term, I’d gleaned some sense of what Dickinson meant when she described poetry, thus: “If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. Is there any other way?”

From then on, the only lunch table I wanted to sit at was Emily’s. Those dashes--like acoustic marks; her startling word choices, the sense of a voice that wouldn’t be silenced. All of it grabbed me, confounded me, and wouldn’t let go.

And so, dipping into my babysitting funds, I arranged to sleep on the dorm room floor of a friend, and a bought a bus ticket to Amherst, Massachusetts.

Tours of the poet’s house were small, informal happenings back then, usually led by Dickinson scholars from the nearby schools. Unlike the thousands who visit there today, in the late Seventies, it was understood that the steady trickle of folks showing up at the stately brick house were hardcore Emily groupies. And this was our Graceland.

As our guide, David Porter of UMass, led us through the modest first floor, we imagined the poet baking her famous black cake in the kitchen, or entering the parlour to meet The Atlantic Monthly editor whom Dickinson had entreated to say whether her “verse is alive.” Upstairs, we followed our guide in and around the staid bedrooms of Emily’s parents and her sister, Lavinia. 

But traipsing through all these rooms just felt like a calculated tease meant to intensify our already hopped-up anticipation of entering the nerve-center of the Dickinson home where nearly 1,800 poems were created: Emily’s bedroom.

Her room was small, sunny, and simply furnished with reproductions of her sleigh bed, Franklin stove, bureau, and surprisingly diminutive writing table. As our group took it all in, however, I sensed a collective yearning, tinged with dismay. How could this space, so devoid of personality, be the creative refuge where Dickinson exploded her brilliant force? 

Our group drifted towards the windows. Maybe the signal there was stronger, and we’d pick up some sense of the remarkable woman who’d lived here, some vibrations of the poet’s ghost.

The ghost, it turned out, resided in a small closet. And when Mr. Porter gently shook Emily’s white dress to life on its hanger, we all gasped. We’d found her!

Dickinson’s iconic white cotton dress with mother-of-pearl buttons is actually an everyday garment known as a wrapper, or house dress. In the 19th century, women commonly wore them when doing chores and activities inside the home. Basically, the T-shirt and sweatpants of its time.

 “How tall was she?” someone asked, and Mr. Porter beckoned me forward, and held the dress against my torso. Feeling self-conscious, I looked down and instantly swallowed the fangirl squee! zinging through me: the hem rested neatly against my ankles, just the right distance from the tops of my Wallabees. Clutching the dress, I broke from our guide and turned to the mirror over the bureau to see that the waist and sleeves also matched my form.

“A perfect fit,” said Mr. Porter, and I caught the gaze of the others trying hard—or so it seemed--to superimpose Emily’s face onto mine, hoping--as I hoped--that the poet might now magically feel more there.

“Oh, come on, people!” Emily would probably say. “Get real.” But she phrased it more gently: “The Poets light but Lamps—Themselves—go out.” I handed the dress to Mr. Porter, and the ghost slipped away.

The surviving white dress now resides at the Amherst History Museum. A perfect replica stands beneath a Plexiglas box in Emily’s bedroom, which was recently restored to the authentic and beautifully vibrant space she once occupied.

Part of me wishes the dress still haunted her closet, ready to toss on for baking and contemplating immortality. Not that holding Emily’s wrapper had brought me any closer to finding her. It was through her poetry—and a great teacher (Thanks, Alan Shapiro)—that I’d found her. 

And others will continue to find her. This April, “A Quiet Passion,” the first film about Emily Dickinson opens in theaters. I feel like Schroeder hearing of a miniseries on Beethoven: I’m cautiously euphoric. Regardless, I hope the film inspires people to seek out Dickinson’s dazzling verse which thankfully, doesn’t reside under Plexiglas, but waits for us to slip into anytime we yearn to “dwell in possibility,” and feel physically as if the tops of our heads were taken off. 

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[theremightbecupcakespodcast]

Excited to once again be a part of the @thefrizzler book club/class. This time it’s Emily Dickinson, hosted and taught by @mark_wunderlich, so I know it will be delightful and insightful. Thank you, Christopher, for the scholarship! ♥️ #frizzlit #frizzlitbookclub #poetry #bookclub #theremightbecupcakes Posted @withregram • @emilydickinson.museum There are heroes who walk among us. Thanks to @toddjcolby for sharing this photo (and sign!) with us. Share your photos by tagging us! #EmilyDickinson #Dickinson #EmilyDickinsonMuseum — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/dNLjX2T

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[lex-talks]

"Saying nothing sometimes says the most." - Emily Dickinson @emily_dickinson12 @emilydickinsonpoems @emilydickinson.museum @emily.dickinson_poetry @poet_emily_dickinson #emilydickinsonpoetry #emilydickinson #emilydickensonquotes #emilydickinsonmuseum #emilydickinsonquote #emilydickenson #poemporn #poempm #poemsofig #poetry_addicts #poetryofinstagram #poets #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writings #poeticoutlaws #poeticjustice @thedelhiwalla #blacklivesmatter #blacklivesmatter✊🏽✊🏾✊🏿 #protectelephants #elephants @textmash @poemsporn_ @collectivemindssquared @thelonenotebook @creators https://www.instagram.com/p/CBCmHAWhAgk/?igshid=15yg19n4yclo0

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[mglassman]

The Rarified TV Pitch

“Apple orders Emily Dickinson series described as ‘a comedic look into Dickinson’s world:’”

“The Soul Selects her own Society—Then-- shuts the Door”—right onto Lavinia’s cat! Can Emily’s cat-crazy sister ever forgive her? This side-splitting series pilot is sure to grab viewers by the lace collar and never let go.

Because she could not stop for Death, Death stops for Emily. When they’re unexpectedly joined by Immortality, the carriage grows comically over-crowded, and a raucous argument ensues over who should get out and ask Eternity for directions.

It’s comedy gold when Emily’s shawl and favorite death metaphor both go missing, and she retreats to her room for the next thirty years. The poet’s social anxiety has never been funnier!

“Hope” is the thing with feathers”—but so is Emily’s overbearing Grandma Gunn who comes to visit when young Emily comes down with influenza! A giggle-inducing flashback to the poet’s precarious childhood dodging a multitude of wasting diseases.

When Emily’s pretty sister Lavinia is suddenly courted by a string of suiters, the “belle of Amherst” suddenly worries that she’s now “the only kangaroo among the beauty.” A powerful episode that celebrates reclusive poet positivity.

To the shock of her puritanical father, Emily tastes “a liquor never brewed--.” Will Emily lose writing privileges after Squire Dickinson finds his “little Tippler/Leaning against the—Sun--?” A rib-tickling, heartwarming episode that digs deep into the poet’s daddy issues.

It’s laugh-out loud mayhem when Maggie the housekeeper mistakes poems scribbled on the backs of envelopes for trash. Outraged Emily feels “A Plank in Reason” break and the iambic tetrameter combined with searing, fresh metaphysical imagery really flies in this unforgettable episode!   

After years of corresponding with Atlantic Monthly editor Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Emily is excited to finally meet her “Preceptor.” But when Emily only speaks in dashes their meeting goes off the rails in this hilarious clash of poetic sensibilities.

Despite Emily’s unpopular decision to “keep the Sabbath staying at Home—" when her famous black cake recipe falls into the wrong hands, the entire congregation pitches in to recreate the poet’s heavenly confection. But is it one ounce of brandy or two? The uproarious results will have viewers in stitches.  

Emily shocks her family--and both cats--when she decides to wear white, even when toiling in her garden. This is must-see TV.

When Emily and her sister conspire to help their brother, Austin consummate his affair with new neighbor, Mabel Loomis Todd (“Hot Toddy”), their attempt to hide the randy couple in the dining room till both have spent builds to a frenetic farce in this rollicking Season Finale.

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