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My first Real brush
With Emily
Came when presenting
A display – on Poetry

Her visage ~ Plain
As were her words
In the poems posted ~
on the Bulletin Boards

Then explored further ~
Deeper her meanings
Not always understood
But – always – worth reading

By Danita S.

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Did you ever imagine all of this,
even for a second? Happy
Birthday! 

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Dear Ms. Em, 

I’ll confess that when I 1st met you, 
I didn’t like you. Death, flies,
symbolism, spinsterhood…oh how my
high school teachers exalted in the 
bleak, the desolate, the alone. But
then one day…30 or 40 years later—
I came upon one of your poems
and found such joy, music,
life. And love. Over and over
again. An the breadth and depth
of you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you. Jennifer

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I reckon – when I count at all –
First – Poets – Then the Sun –
Then Summer – Then the Heaven of God –
And then – the List is done –

But, looking back – the First so seems –
To Comprehend the whole –
The others look a needless show –
So I write – Poets – All – 

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The Eudora Welty House and Garden
1109 Pinehurst Street
Jackson, MS 39202

Happy Birthday, Emily Dickinson!
Eudora Welty was a Pulitzer Prize –
winning author and an avid letter 
writer and reader. Her correspondence is
house at the Mississippi Department
of Archives and History and her house
and garden are now open to the public, much
like Dickinson’s Homestead. Among Welty’s
5,000 books are a collection of Emily 
Dickinson’s poems and a selection of her letters.
From one literary museum to another,
happy 189th, Emily!

Sincerely,

The Eudora Welty House & Garden,
Jackson, MS

-Rachel  Lauren  Kasey  Demia

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Dear Emily,
Born in Moscow,
moved to Massachusetts.
Found love and peace (in your books) long before
my new home in Ware.
thank you for the inspiration!
PS find enclosed my photos.

Enclosed photograph:

If it had no pencil,
Would it try mine –
Worn – now – and dull – sweet,
Writing much to thee.
If it had no word – 
Would it make the Daisy,
Most as big as I was,
When it plucked me?

This is my letter to the one
Who wrote all her life to Me –
The deepest corners of my heart –
She sounded utterly
To tell Her, there is nothing
Her Message transcends time
For love of Her – Sweet – poetess
I wrote this little rhyme

November 28, 2019

dearest emily –
here are some summer irises + lilies for you –
in appreciation for your 
poems, your attentiveness
to the natural world, your
recognition of the world
both near + far.
Happy Birthday.
with appreciation +
admiration –

Brece Honeycutt.
www.brecehoneycutt.com