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December 3rd, 2019
For Emily –
She is / dark but honest /
like center of sunflower /
with earl greys and
marbles / latticed and
severed / her circumference /
a suggestion – / takes
the shape / of secret
saturn / she dizzies /
tumbles / the abyss of
a lantern
Love, Madison
Sunsdahl
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A PROTECTION OF PALMS
Centuries hold hands. Best to believe Miss Dickinson,
in her wish to work alone, but now she’s here—
my handwriting not too different from hers, our urge
to take dictation not dissimilar. Not a quaint thing—
a soul, nor out of date, that shared imagining,
holding of hands, hers so much smaller than mine,
but her palm so much stronger, the bones themselves,
as though God talked clearly then, a waterfall purely
falling. Friends were her words. I listen for mine.
—Christine Colasurdo
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snow falls from t trees
tops. I know love lives here,
through the winter shimmer
joy comes to me
By Jubilee, Anthes
age 7 <3
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I know a thing or two about Emily
the poet who hand-bound botany books
in her free time.
Someone once told me
she filled her room with poems
including piling them under the floor boards.
I see the drawer I have filled
and wonder
If I need her solitude
to write as much as she.
She is the lover
to many poets like me
I could not tell you what makes our affair
any different.
But I could tell you I called her
my only teacher,
refused to read verses by any other,
kept a list of all the ways
I could be just like her.
-Georganna Poindexter
“A letter to Emily” excerpt
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Dearest Emily,
Happy birthday!
Thank you for all you
brought to the world
and for inspiring more
than you would ever
imagine –
Love from
Westchester, NY!
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Dear Emily Dickinson,
Thank you for all you
did. You inspired so many
people across different
countries, different lives…
even if you weren’t around
to see it. Happy Birthday!
Sincerely,
Connor Coles
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Dearest Emily,
You are the reason I became a poet. I too,
have Ménière’s disease and migraines, and can’t stand
patterns…hence, I get the white dress. I too, treasure
the sacredness of solitude. I’ve memorized poems;
the first “I HAD A GUINEA GOLDEN.”
I want say, you can love a woman openly
w/ your words and body.
I wish I could be there for the celebration;
I’ll make to Amherst soon.
Perhaps this spring. We can write
by candlelight and you can teach me
to bake ginger cake.
Happiest of Birthdays!
With Love,
Ava C. Cipri
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Greetings from:
• Southern VermoNT
• my internal
Life, world
Thank you, Emily
your birth was
a gift to the
world. I’ve sent this
on my own birthday,
EileeN Parks
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I usually don’t pay attention
to poems all that much, but
Emily Dickinson’s poems kind
of struck a chord with me.
The meanings behind each one
where perfectly simple and it
wasn’t entirely convoluted and
difficult to decipher the
meaning. I particularly liked the
poems that were about how to
live your life, as this drawing
was inspired by her poem
regarding to “let the outdoors be
your church.” That poem resonated
with me and got me to think
that in order to live every
day in the life fully as the poem says,
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I have to slow down
and experience
it bit by bit.
-Jonathan Han
Sacred Heart
Preparatory
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Dear Emily,
I admire you for
writing your poems not
for fame, but for you and
your friends and family.
Your beautiful poems show
how amazing and down to
earth you were. I love this
Poem specifically since we
are able to learn more
about why you only published
ten poems in your lifetime.
Sincerely,
Clementine Devaux
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Dear Emily,
I loved your poem
about a bird. It made
me see nature in a
different light, and
notice things as small as
a bird eating a worm
raw. I love the idea of
birds and butterflies
swimming through the air
as they fly. Your writing
inspires me to notice the
outdoors and enjoy its
beauty.
From, Evelyn Smith