Why My Poems are Nothing Like Emily Dickinson’s

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Emily Dickinson composed her poems while wearing a simple white dress with pockets for pencils and scraps of paper. She wrote in a large, airy bedroom, with two big windows facing south and two facing west at a small table 18 inches square with a drawer deep enough to take in her ink bottle, paper and pen. They overlooked her family’s large property containing a large Italianate mansion among tall pines.

I hover around in my hoodie and tracky dacks, biro on the go  in a cramped cell of a room at a desk sprawled with papers, magazines and bills, one narrow window overlooking a block of grimy units towered over by power lines which is why my poems are nothing like those of Emily Dickinson.

4 thoughts on “Why My Poems are Nothing Like Emily Dickinson’s

  1. yes, I think Emily Dickinson had a privileged upbringing. I’m a western suburbs boy and so are my mates 🙂 but art springs from everywhere. Sometimes being privileged can be disadvantageous I’ve heard 🙂

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