Postcard verso:
We are a godson & godmother
Team. Rai is 11 years old
and discovered Emily work
when his mom home schooled
him. He loves the poem
“the moon is but a chin
of gold. I became enamored
with Emily in the 4th grade.
We are wishing Emily a very
Happy Birthday!
Rai-ben & Susane Pedo (first name? last name?)
Postcard verso:
Emily,
Here sits a kindred spirit,
100 years away,
3000 miles between our worlds
And yet by Destiny —
I found your words, Compassion breathes —
New life into this soul
Now as you rest with Angels
Your Little Birds still sing!
R.M.
P.S. WISH YOU WERE HERE!
GO RAIBH MAITH AGAT = THANK YOU iN IRiSH!
Postcard verso:
The morning dew
and
The wild grass
You are the romantic morning dew
and I am the wild grass
every morning I wake up with a
crown on my head
a beautiful crystal drop!
You risk your life to be with me
because we both know —
the sun will kill you…
∼ NI made Rimawati – Stach (last name?)
Emily, you inspired me to be a poet <3
Postcard verso:
I was named after E.D.,
attended the same college she
did, and have also found
comfort in words. She has
always been a constant in
my life. Affectionately, Emily I.
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⋅ THE SEASON OF WISTFULNESS ⋅
The bittersweet memories return
after a long winter’s nap.
Nostalgia’s hibernation
has come to a close.
The buddings of Forget-Me-Nots
Linger.
Heartache yawns as it pulls
itself out of its warm, lonely home
carved out of footprints.
And the familiar feeling
of the familiar leaves the
air stale with the grip of déjà vu. -E.I.
Postcard verso:
I was captivated by Emily
Dickinson’s incredible, boiling passion
which spun her poems,
and consumed her life.
I hope to become a published
writer and Dickinson’s passion
inspires me to never lose
sight of the reason I love
to write.
Postcard verso:
Dear Emily —
It is a surreal thing, sending
a card to your home. I in this
season of curdled cloud and leaves
falling away I am reminded of your
words: “Ashes denote that fire was —
Revere the greyest pile
For the departed creature’s sake
That hovered there awhile —”
Thank you for the Bee and the Clover, which
I will preserve in anticipation of Spring.
With Love from Providence —
Joshua Rex
*content warning: suicide*
Postcard face:
i got a bird
when i was
seven
i named
him
blue
cheeks
Postcard verso:
Dear Emily,
Your poem
Hope is the thing
with feathers
is the last
thing I wrote to
my daughter in a
letter before she
died by suicide
at the age of 30
in March 2017.
Here she is at age 7 with her
beloved
feathered
friend.
——————
And still I never lose hope.
<3 Amy
Postcard (chocolate wrapper) verso:
Dear Emily,
Of course I received your Letter —
It Outright changed my Life,
And now I cannot imagine —
A Day without your Song.
I’ve been to your Homestead to find (see) you —
In Spring, Summer, and Fall —
Each Sojourn — you were missing!
But I sensed you in the Hall,
Spring in your Garden — a robin —
Welcomed me in Red Cravat —
He seemed to expect a token —
I was prepared for that!
In Summer there was a blatant flood —
with water everywhere,
But the ground smelled of heliotrope —
And it was Eden there.
When I visited in Autumn —
Amherst glowed on fire —
It was just so damn lovely
I felt the need to Die.
I would love to come in Winter —
on a Velvet December day —
to properly Recognize you —
And ‘Happy Birthday’ say.
Your Very Aff,
M. Owens
Postcard verso:
for E.
I listen
from behind the door
a shadow in the hall
My head
hangs towards the floor
covered in a shawl
No one
sees me any more
can’t see the looks and stares
My heart
chambers one through four
struggle in their snares
From here
in my cloistered keep
I write a poem a day
But words
with the pains they reap
don’t keep the world away.
<3 Ali
Postcard verso:
Dear Emily,
You fill the Space —
Between Earth and Moon —
Eternal Emptiness —
Between You and Me —
Warmed by the Sun —
Eternal — Emily —
Thassadite DiRAMi
from FRANCE to Amherst.
December the 10th (2019) #PostcardstoEmily