Emily Dickinson celebrates her 180th birthday today.
Miss Emily wrote many poems, but only seven or so were published while she was alive. After her death, her sister found over a thousand poems in Emily's bureau.
I'm going to post my one of my favorite poems of hers here:
~ This is the poem I held closest to me while I wrote Letters From the Emily Dickinson Room. Images from this poem and others all found their way into my book. It was not truly intentional to bring Emily in, each word--hope, dwell, feather--and yet, she appeared. I think this is what the best poetry does, the poet's words return (and perch on your soul) and in your poems.
So let's wish Emily a Happy Birthday today and if you want you can more about her here
And if you have a second, drop me a comment about what was your favorite poem by Ms. Dickinson.
And may you all Dwell in Possibility...