Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Tuesday Poem: A Book by Emily Dickinson

A Book
There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul! 
Emily Dickinson

I was reading Paul Muldoon's highly personal, sometimes outlandish, occasionally even 'random', reading of poems in his collection of Oxford lectures The End of the Poem. One of his more scholarly and engaging readings is a careful teasing out of textual variations of one of Dickinson's poems and I was reminded, again, of the very odd, intelligent and always challenging, sometimes magical, world of Emily Dickinson. 

More poems at The Tuesday Poem.

1 comment:

Helen McKinlay said...

An interesting post Harvey. She certainly still draws the crowds. Wonder how she would write now if she were alive.