Hi, everyone, and welcome back to Feminist Sundays! Please leave a link to your wonderful posts on the comments section so that we can all pay you a visit. Thank you 🙂
Feminist Sundays is a weekly meme created at Books and Reviews. The aim is simply to have a place and a time to talk about feminism and women’s issues. This is a place of tolerance, creativity, discussion, criticism and praise. Remember to keep in mind that everyone is entitled to their own opinion, although healthy discussion is encouraged.
The idea for this project started when I was reading a book about female philosophers and I realised my total ignorance about their lives, works and achievements. One of the names that came up was Emily Dickinson and of course, I knew her name, but I realised I could not quote a single line of her 1,175 poems. How could that be? So, I decided to dedicate this post to her and to the many other women whose names of course we know, but whose works we are not so familiar with.
- Name: Emily Dickinson
- Dates and place: Born in London in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts. Died in the same place in 1886.
- Historical period: Romanticism with an influence of the 18th century metaphysical poets.
- Famous for: The 1,800 poems discovered by her family after her death at the age of 56. During her short life, she seldom left her house which has resulted in a comparison with the many women secluded in the Middle Ages. Her poetry is usually described as “primitive” due to her scarce use of words, yet hers are masterful pieces full of emotions and images. It is not a simple task for writers to evoke so much through so little.
- Poems: The Complete Poems (Volume II: Part 3 “Love”). Upon researching her body of work, this has come up as my favourite poem. I like how she established a dialogue and the idea of a legacy where there is a construction around feelings (pain as something you can parcel and put boundaries to). Also, the idea of knowing another person’s consciousness suggests me – probably because of the previous line – eternal love of any kind, not just romantic. But also, a love for someone you know everything about and there is an instant and lasting connection with them.
You left me, sweet, two legacies,—
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;
You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your consciousness and me.
I know this is very little about such a great and well-known writer as Emily Dickinson, but it is a start and this is why I came up with the idea for these posts. I remember studying some of her poems in class and back then the did not appeal to me at all. Now that I have explored her works and I gave myself the opportunity to choose a poem I like and relate to it, Emily has now a place in my mind and heart.