


690Collins related something apparently well-known to those who are more familiar with Dicksinon, but I think that to enjoy her poetry, it's best to forget: "Emily Dickinson seems rather tame because she pretty much uses the same meter every time. It's called 'common meter.' It's a line of four beats that's followed by a line of three beats. So a typical one would be: 'Because I could not stop for Death / He kindly stopped for me.' And there's actually a kind of pause at the end of the first line, a kind of fifth beat. This is the meter of a lot of ballads. It's the meter of Protestant hymns. It's the rhythm of many nursery rhymes. So you have a very conventional cadence in most of these poems. It's widely known that almost every one of her poems can be sung whether you like it or not to the tune of 'A Yellow Rose From Texas.' "
Victory comes late -
And is held low to freezing lips -
Too rapt with frost
To take it -
How sweet it would have tasted -
Just a Drop -
Was God so economical?
His Table's spread too high for Us -
Unless We dine on tiptoe -
Crumbs - fit such little mouths -
Cherries - suit Robins -
The Eagle's Golden Breakfast strangles - Them -
God keep his Oath to Sparrows -
Who of little Love - know how to starve -
Nonfiction: Helen Macdonald’s “H Is for Hawk” is one that you might like, with lots of sharp and well-crafted description of the natural world.
In fiction, Anthony Doerr’s “All the Light We Cannot See” might well be worth all the hype and attention that it continues to receive.
From CH:Grandma Gatewood’s Walk. Nonfiction about a 67 year old who decided to walk the Appalachian Trail. I loved it.
The Invention of Wings by Sue Monk Kidd. Fiction but based on many true stories
The Aviator’s Wife. Nonfiction about Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Dead Wake. Nonfiction by Eric Larsen, sinking of the Lusitania