Dickerson... I Mean Dickinson Post 1

Even after all these years, Dickinson's poems leave me in a state of O_o.

"His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own" (X: In a Library)

As soon as I read this, I thought of someone taking me by the hand to show me an amazing place. That's what a book is supposed to do, it's the cheapest way to travel. I'd rather read a book (not just any book, it has to be a good one) than go outside and enjoy the scenery.

"I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given" (XVII)

The overall feel that I got from this poem was that even if we never saw something with our own eyes, we'd still know what it was. Up until last year, I never went to the beach, but I still knew what it looked like. Everyone's perception of something can be different, but for Heaven I don't know how much different it can get.

http://jerz.setonhill.edu/EL266/2009/10/emily_dickinson/