Very interesting article and lovely to imagine Emily dissecting that flower. During my last weekend course at Royal Botanic Gardens Edinburgh we also did fuchsia dissection – it was totally fascinating and felt very grown up somehow..!
By Anne Garner, Curator of Rare Books and Manuscripts
So unsuspected violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
Emily Dickinson (1858)1
Daguerreotype of Emily Dickinson, from the collection of Amherst College.
Emily Dickinson fell early and fast for flowers. Her poetry is full of the blooms and buds that signal the awakening of spring. There’s her crocus, “Spring’s first conviction” (Letter 891) “stir[ring] its lids,” (J10) her May-Flower, “pink small and punctual,” (J 3) and her “chubby” daffodil with its “yellow bonnet” (J 10 and J4), among an army of many other blossoms that decorate her pages.
As her biographer Alfred Habegger has noted, the poet spent hours as a girl in the 1840s roaming the woods and fields near her Amherst, Massachusetts home, looking for flowers. In many cases, these were sent to friends, but the poet also…
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