Emily Dickinson has always been one of my favorite poets and I always suspected that there was more to her story than the well worn and cliche tinged version that described her as just a mad recluse who wrote in the privacy of her bedroom. One only has to read her poems to see and feel her artistic fire and passion for life that still practically jumps off the page at you over a 120 years later. The new book by Jerome Charyn seems to set the record straight. My favorite quote from the book :
Dickinson wasn’t a madwoman, but she was maddened with rage—against a culture that had no place for a woman with her own fiercely independent mind and will.
My poem Those Wild Nights , featured in a previous post on this blog, was partially inspired by my infatuation with the poetess from Amherst and her beautifully burning words. To be sure, like the review from Longreads Blog states “She was less like a recluse, more like a bomb going off. ”