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Nov. 3, 2019
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Emily Dickinson’s
opening line of
Poem #449, “That
it will never come again is what
makes life so sweet.” has helped
me cope with the unexpected
passing of my husband this
summer — Lisa Zimmermann
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We have learned about Emily Dickinson
in our English class, and your story
is very inspiring. It is impressive that
someone so young who spent such
little time outside is
able to inspire and
influence generations of
writers for years and
years after. Thank you!
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Dear Emily, I hope you’re
sitting with your father – and
Mine, in the same House. Your
Poetry was one of His gifts…
and I loved it immediately!
Your words are a sweet
company in this Great Absence.
With love, from Sardinia.
MAURA
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To: Emily Dickinson
“I have never
started a poem
whose end I knew.
Writing a poem
is discovering.”
-Robert
Frost
From: Lily Chandley
JCHS 2021
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Dear Emily,
I believe you are still around,
in some form. I’ve heard your
voice. You have been quite an
inspiration! I like to imagine
you having a conversation
with Vincent Van Gogh about
posthumous fame.
When I visit Japan next
March I will be taking a small
book of your poems with me.
I think you will
like Japan. With admiration, Carol Rosenfeld
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Veronica Corpuz, Pittsburgh, PA.
Dear Emily,
When I am given the assignment to study a poem,
I study you and the lines of your heart
are cross-stitched into mine: To die
takes just a little while / They say
it doesn’t hurt. This poem lives in me
46 years and counting. I bring you
to the party on the last night in
the Valley. The poets gather around
the fire. I lift you into the circle’s
center — thinking of C.D., thinking
of Sharon under your bed, thinking
of my friends who sit beyond my closed eyes.
I forget the line: The absent mystic creature
What do you call a gathering of such beings?
Heaven, maybe. Yes, this is Heaven:
a brood of absent mystic creatures.
Love, Veronica
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Kris Marnon.
Message:
Happy Birthay Emily.
I know you wear your
wings.
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The White Rose
Solitary she sits
Scratching paper with pen
Preconceiving Gilligan
with a paradoxical spin
Writing verse by verse
never leaving ‘herst
heads of horses neighing ’bout
if Faith and and science averse
My heart is not yet broke
so to the bog we go
listen to the bird-song cry
From the feathers floating by
And if I were to close
I guess I would suppose
that we should thank Miss Dickinson
And not just for her prose
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Caleb Shultz
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fame as a bee.
it has a song
it has a sting
ah, too, it has a
wing
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To Emily
from Jordan
I loved Fame as a bee.
by the way I say
all of your poetry
should have bin published.
but every one knows
that your the
best.
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the bees buzz louder,
the trees grow taller,
the flowers smell sweeter
when you see the
world like Emily.
the wind carries your
poems from your heart
to ours, and there
they shall stay forevermore.