Waqar Ahmed | The Productivity Science
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the
words,
And never stops at all,
-
And sweetest in the gale is
heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
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I’ve heard it in the chilliest
land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
In the thorns, we found strength and in flowers we found pain. That is the situation you caught in when you read the lines of Emily Dickenson. The finest poet of the 19th century enlightened with the figments of death and immortality in her words. Emily is a great American poet and deserves to be known across the globe for her art. Her writing had brought her to a point where there was no fear to be afraid of. Not even her death.
America at that time was facing some identity challenges as women were yet to be emancipated from their Kitchens and there were no vote rights for women. Slavery was a trendy thing among white elites. No public holding for women in the government and private sectors. This misery went to a point where Emily was coerced to not publish her writing for the world to read it. But the evidence suggests she managed to publish at least ten of her best poems during her entire lifetime.
Emily Elizabeth Dickenson (December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886) |
Emily dies on May 15, 1886. In the same year, her poems were found by her younger sister Lavinia. Her first poem’s publication became possible in 1890, four years after her death. Women like this are the reason why there is a change in human society. Both men and women seek equal rights across the globe today and surely this would not have been possible without the sacrifices of such great women in history that we read today and reminisce the difficulties they had to face to make a civilized future.
My introduction to Emily Dickenson was through an English Series. It purely depicts the life situation of a great writer. After watching that whole series I can say that Emily is a name of grievance because, in her entire life, the loss was a thing she consistently embraced. From her dream to become the greatest American poet in her life to living a dream life with her boyfriend, everything diminished. She died unmarried. And it is the reason why her poetry attracts death and gives a feeling of loneliness that you will find in the pure eternity. She can be seen wandering in the silent snowy woods covered with Santa’s mysterious gifts calling by her name all around. May there be more Emil's around.
My favorite dialogue from the
Dickenson
“Just because you are a man doesn’t mean you have to become a monster.”
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