Emily Dickinson was not such a recluse after all

The Letters of Emily Dickinson edited by Cristianne Miller and Domhnall Mitchell

Belknap Press, pp.832, 39.95

This is fanciful, I know, but I can’t help wondering about the great poetry that will surely be written in the early 2060s. Think about it: in the early 1960s, Sylvia Plath had her great creative outpouring, waking at 4 a.m. each day to work on the ‘Ariel’ poems that would make her name.

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TaggedAustin Dickinson, Gardening, Helen Hunt Jackson, Letters, Louisa and Frances Norcross, Mabel Loomis Todd, Poetry, Sophia Holland, Susan Dickinson

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Emily Dickinson was not such a recluse after all

Far from being closeted in her bedroom, her letters show that she was still travelling in her mid-thirties, and taking pleasure in gardening and the glories of nature

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