The poetry of Emily Dickinson

When I think of poetry the first name that comes to my mind is Emily Dickinson. I admire her work because she makes it completely her own. Conventional rules mean absolutely nothing to her and that is one of the main reasons I love her work. Despite the fact that she was often condescended by editors of her time she continued to write beautiful poetry for the sheer enjoyment of it. That is what I consider a poet. One of my favorite poems she wrote is number 712. The couple of lines in the poem are what attracted my attention. “ Because I could not stop for Death--- He kindly stopped for me”. I love the way this poem looks at death as more of a gentlemen than someone to be afraid of. Another poem that I really admire is number 632. This poem she compares the brain to several things including the sky, the sea, and the weight of God. She often talks about the brain in her work. I think the fact that she always talks about the brain in her poems shows that she was not only a very introverted person but she often pondered about the marvelous ability the human brain has. With just a speck of imagination one can take themselves to a completely new world full of whatever one chooses. I too am interested in the amazing abilities the mind has. I also find that Emily's use of metaphors is superb. The way she takes emotions and makes them concrete and beautiful is a far more valued skill to me than sticking to society's ideas of how things should be written. I have noticed that all of the writing we have read this week were somehow connected to peace and nature sprinkled with some darkness.