Engine Summer

Not my favorite poet, but one I find it worthwhile to come back to every so often; she is a poet who is so often mythologized that it is useful bringing myself back to the poetry. A great deal of what I was told about her in school is directly contradicted by the poetry. It is fairly obvious that she had not only a great love in her life somewhere, which did not end well, but, I think, more than one, and my English teachers were forever going on about various religious aspects of various bits of her work (which are there, it is true) and never got around to the portions which congenially and forcefully hate God. (Dickinson loved Charlotte Bronte, but reminds me of Emily Bronte more in that particular direction.)

( I do try to make these reviews generally interesting, but I don't know how much people not into poetry would care about this one. )

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