My hair is bold like the chestnut burr; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves. Emily Dickinson
This year, I’ve decided to stop with the excuses and actively pursue one of my greatest loves: poetry and poetry month is the perfect time to do so.
In order to write, I have to be a reader first. Translating the craziness of the poet into my own is something I’m not good at. I have a hard time understanding how the author meant certain things. That’s why I’m going to be analysing poems this month. Poems from a particular poet that I discovered while researching and that I’m slowly beginning to love.
Something about Emily Dickinson deeply intrigues me and I hope that I find out what it is by the end of this month.