This is from the back cover:
During spring and summer 2014, poets were invited into Emily Dickinson's bedroom--the creative space in which she wrote nearly all her poems--while it was in the midst of a major restoration. With its twentieth-century additions removed, the room presented these writers with a fleeting opportunity to immerse themselves in Dickinson' raw, intimate nineteenth-century surrounding; to walk her floors, look out her windows, and use it as she had. This book is the result of their experiences.
To learn more about the restoration project, click here.
Here are the first three stanzas (of seven) of a poem that spoke to me:
Morning in Emily's Room
by Douglas Korb
How public to sit in this window
engaging the pine, with the mistress
not at home. The best kept secrets once
stuffed in the drawers. How the squirrels
scurry their fears into the hollows
and the rabbits squeeze through
the fence where the pine's new fingers
turn their green to sky as if all things be
praised. What is watched is worried upon.
I checked the Emily Dickinson Museum website to see if there are copies of A Mighty Room available for purchase, but alas, they are not listed in the "Shop." (You might try emailing info@EmilyDickinsonMuseum if you'd like to locate a copy for you own library.)
This short video was filmed prior to the restoration:
Jone at Check It Out will be hosting the Poetry Friday Round-Up for this week.
What an interesting collection you got your hands on. Do you believe there is magic in that room? I think it was more present in the person, but there is something to be said for the place, too--simple yet elegant.ReplyDelete
For me, it wouldn't be the room, but the view outside the window from that room.Delete
Love the stanzas you shared today! I hope they make copies of A Mighty Room for sale to the public soon.ReplyDelete
I'm sure it is on site, they probably need to update their website store.Delete
What a fascinating premise for a book!ReplyDelete
Mary Lee took the words out of my mouth. I'm trying to imagine what it might be like to seclude myself with the memory of a poet so intimately.ReplyDelete
Wonderful premise for a book. I'm imaging them all there at once, crammed into four walls, a bevy of poets. :-)ReplyDelete
Of course, I meant imagining. Sigh.ReplyDelete