Emily Dickinson – Engima and Expression

Poem is often a balm to me – whether it be the in the poetry of well crafted song lyrics, the sonnets of Shakespeare or the quirky off-kilter world view of the wonderful Emily Dickinson, who has long been one of my most favourite poets.

She never saw the world the way she was expected to, and never underestimated it either.  Poetry has always been the most intimate form of self-expression, yet there is a glorious engimatic quality to Dickinsons’. She created her own language of expression, was secluded yet dramatic, and her perceptions were as sharp as they were colourful. And she never, ever conformed. This is one of my favourites:

“Nature” is what we see—
The Hill—the Afternoon—
Squirrel—Eclipse— the Bumble bee—
Nay—Nature is Heaven—
Nature is what we hear—
The Bobolink—the Sea—
Thunder—the Cricket—
Nay—Nature is Harmony—
Nature is what we know—
Yet have no art to say—
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity. 
Emily Dickinson