Discover nature with Emily Dickinson, through books written in awe of her creativity and knowledge. Emily Dickinson is one of America’s most original poets, and her work focused on simplicity and nature. Born in Massachusetts in 1830 to a young Yale-educated lawyer and scientifically-gifted mother. Emily was fascinated with botany and poetry.
A natural recluse, she did not wish to fit in with conventional society, writing ‘God keep me from what they call households’. She loved to tend her garden and bake bread, but seldom welcomed visitors, though she was known as a natural wit. Emily never married and died at 55 from Bright’s Disease. At her request, her coffin was carried through fields of buttercups to the family plot.
- Emily Dickinson’s Gardening Life is a visual and literary treat, for any keen observer of the natural world. Emily loved to garden and often sent pressed flowers in her letters. A graduate in botany, she also tended a small glass conservatory and flower garden. Award-winning author Marta McDowell explores Emily’s passion for plants and how they informed her writing. Tracing a year in the garden, this book weaves poems, letter excerpts, photography and botanical art.
- The Emily Dickinson Nature Sketchbook is a beautifully illustrated guide, containing the wonder-filled poetry of Emily, alongside illustrations, partial drawings and small sketches. Emily had fewer than a dozen of her 1800 poems published during her lifetime, but her talent for love, language and nature has contributed to her reputation as one of the most innovative poets of her time. Includes 50 poems and illustrations by Tara Lilly.
- On Wings of Words is a lovely biography that starts in the small New England town where Emily notices flower petals, a bird, a word, a ray of light. Not just the story of talent, this is also a story of how we have the power to transform ourselves, and to reach one another, when we speak from the soul. For children age 6 to 9.
A Poem by Emily
“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
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.