
Welcome to the April installment of Read More/Blog More Poetry, a monthly blogging event held by Regular Rumination!
I’ve been very slowly making my way through Barnes & Noble’s The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson, skipping around through the different sections and marking my favorite poems with those little colored, sticky, page markers. I would like to do a more in-depth post about Dickinson’s poetry when I finish reading the collection, so today I would just like to share one poem I have particularly enjoyed so far:
He ate and drank the precious words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
He danced along the dingy days,
And this bequest of wings
Was but a book. What liberty
A loosened spirit brings!
I love the theme of this poem even more than the way it is written, although I do adore the lilting rhythm her poems tend to have — and the characteristic break in rhythm in the last few lines! I am a huge believer in the importance of literacy and its ability to liberate and empower readers (just look at Dreiser, Wright, and I’m sure many other authors I don’t know of), and I love so many things about this poem; how perfect is it that the words filled him like food and drink, nourished his spirit, and gave him wings? And I can’t get over the line “he danced along the dingy days.” I have a huge weakness for alliteration, and this one is stunning.
What’s your favorite Emily Dickinson poem? Do you know any other great poems that extoll the power of reading?