Thinking back on my days as an undergraduate English major at the University of Toledo, I look fondly at my enthusiasm at how much poetry I was being exposed to at the time. Course requirements for my degree included classes on Shakespeare, John Donne, all the romantics, as well as post World War II American writers. But the poet that always stuck out in my mind was the quiet and secluded giant of the American literary landscape during the Victorian era of the Romanticism movement here in America.
Who was Emily Dickson? That is the question that has been on my mind as of late and one that seems relevant in my own exploration of the short burst of prose that I find myself so drawn to, especially in regards to my own pastiche methods of writing poems.
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