/lit/ - Literature

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 the Human Soul –

Do you think Emily Dickinson was autistic? If you don't know who she is, she's known as a very famous poet from the 1800s. Her work wasn't known until after she died. Dickinson died unmarried with no kids. This wiki quote is the saddest shit I've ever read about her. It reads, "Evidence suggests that Dickinson lived much of her life in isolation. Considered an eccentric by locals, she developed a penchant for white clothing and was known for her reluctance to greet guests or, later in life, to even leave her bedroom. Dickinson never married, and most friendships between her and others depended entirely upon correspondence." Do you think it's likely she was on the spectrum? Did you guys learn about her in school?

what the fuck was her problem?

>>19478216
Oh no no no

What's so special about her work? It's just shallow feelings in a sing-song meter.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

>be woman hating incel misogynist shut in
>favourite poet for the past 6 years is Emily Dickinson by far and one of the only authors I can relate to (in her writing)
What did my brain mean by this?
Who else should I read?

>>18084316
The most genuine /lit/ look is plain or even Puritan. Conscious of aesthetics, but too busy writing to think about fashion. People who try to "look" like writers are probably not reading/writing much.
This applies to /biz/ too. Steve Jobs deliberately wore the same jeans/polo combo all the time to avoid having to think about it. IIRC he believed that decision making is like a muscle that needs regular rest, so automating frivolous choices saves your strength for the important decisions.

>>18065496
>It’s the fedora/trenchoat of girls.
This. Women who write great literature are either autistic femcel shut-ins or married to a rich chad who supports them. They either don't go outside enough to think about clothing or their husband just buys them the latest style. Only a midwit hack would put serious thought into 'looking' like a writer, much less make memes about it.

>>18027754
All the best writers would be anons today. Lovecraft was chief among them though.

It's not even close.

/eg/ - Emily Dickinson General

There was a thread on her birthday and it was my favorite one in a while. Lets post our favorite poems by her, talk about them, and post new finds :).

522 (Franklin)

I tie my Hat - I crease my Shawl -
Life's little duties do - precisely -
As the very least
Were infinite - to me -

I put new Blossoms in the Glass -
And throw the Old - away -
I push a petal from my Gown
That anchored there - I weigh
The time 'twill be till six o'clock
So much I have to do -
And yet - existence - some way back -
Stopped - struck - my ticking - through -

We cannot put Ourself away
As a completed Man
Or Woman - When the errand's done
We came to Flesh - opon -
There may be - Miles on Miles of Nought -
Of Action - sicker far -
To simulate - is stinging work -
To cover what we are

From Science - and from Surgery -
Too Telescopic eyes
To bear on us unshaded -
For their - sake - Nor for Our's -

Therefore - we do life's labor -
Though life's Reward - be done
With scrupulous exactness -
To hold our Senses - on -

best girl

Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of victory

As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

>>15963806
poe is garbage, they can have him. we still have the GOAT

What about Emily Dickinson?

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,

And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;

Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,

And live alone in the bee-loud glade.


And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,

Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;

There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,

And evening full of the linnet’s wings.


I will arise and go now, for always night and day

I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;

While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,

I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

Based

Why have Americans tricked themselves into thinking Walt Whitman is a greater poet than her? Is it because he is more "American"? Here you have to greatest poet between Shakespeare and Yeats and you keep going on about garrulous WW. Why?