Welcome to (somewhat late) Poetry Teatime, March the 18th, 2016! I’m so glad to see you all here!
Today I’ll be talking about Emily Dickinson’s Dear March, come in!
Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before. Put down your hat –
You must have walked —
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you? And the rest? Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right up the stairs with me,
I have so much to tell!
I got your letter, and the birds’;
The maples never knew That you were coming, – I declare
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me –
And all those hills You left for me to Hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.
Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come, That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame —
Emily Dickinson was born in 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts to a rather prominent, respected family. During her lifetime, she barely left her parents’ house. She wrote literally thousands of poems, most of which have deep, hidden meaning … and are seemingly nonsense until you read it three or fifty times and get the meaning!
Though considered a bit strange, even insane, during her lifetime, reclusive Emily Dickinson has since become one of America’s most beloved poets.
Some of Miss Dickinson’s poems, like the above, were light-hearted, sweet, adorable, beautiful. Others were depressing, sometimes even morbid … but most often a bright light of hope – hope for future happiness – shone through her pieces.
Dear March, come in! is full of joy in the coming spring. Emily Dickinson welcomes March – the month – as if she were a person, telling her to come in, take off her hat, and stay a while.
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