When I was a little girl, I received a book of poems for my tenth birthday. In this book of utterly random poems, I discovered the likes of Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Wordsworth Longfellow, Robert Frost, and many eloquent others for the first time. Among these magnificent poets was none other than the solitary, articulate Emily Dickinson. Because I was so young, I can remember thinking of her lifestyle with disdain and confusion as I couldn’t understand why she would simply not want to be around people. I especially wondered how her pretty words made sense with, what I saw as, such a miserable life. Unfortunately, between about six moves, my precious poems book was lost forever and with it went nearly all my wonder about her. Until I took this class, I’d hardly thought of her at all since. …show more content…
Now that I’m a bit older, I can still very much appreciate her pretty words, but I can also better understand her situation and maybe even why the words seemed to flow so freely for her. As a bit of an introvert myself, inner worlds are especially important and can be retreated back to wether surrounded by numerous people or in candid seclusion. For this reason, just as losing my beloved book taught me, I believe Emily Dickinson’s relationship with nature epitomizes the cliche that absence makes the heart grow fonder. In addition of course, to nature itself being her closest