Recently I posted ten of my favorite poems by Dickinson about death and grief. One of them was “The last night that she lived.”
While exploring that poem, I stumbled on Garrison Keillor’s “The Writer’s Almanac” site from December 10, 2007 – Dickinson’s 177th birthday (HERE). The poem is there as well as a birthday tribute a little further down the page.
This well-known bit of info is there:
She wrote on scraps of paper and old grocery lists, compiled her poetry and tucked it away neatly in her desk drawer. After a few years of writing, she began collecting her handwritten poems into packets of folded paper, stitching the spines herself. She often included poems in her numerous letters to friends.
While exploring that poem, I stumbled on Garrison Keillor’s “The Writer’s Almanac” site from December 10, 2007 – Dickinson’s 177th birthday (HERE). The poem is there as well as a birthday tribute a little further down the page.
This well-known bit of info is there:
She wrote on scraps of paper and old grocery lists, compiled her poetry and tucked it away neatly in her desk drawer. After a few years of writing, she began collecting her handwritten poems into packets of folded paper, stitching the spines herself. She often included poems in her numerous letters to friends.
| And then there is also this bit of not-so-well-known info (the part about the three other writers): What we do know is that Dickinson spent most of her adult life in her corner bedroom, which contained a writing table, a dresser, a Franklin stove, a clock, a ruby decanter, and pictures on the wall of three writers: George Eliot, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and Thomas Carlyle. |  |
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