While I’m away teaching at the Converse College Low-Residency MFA program (application deadline February 15!), I thought I’d post some of my favorite lines of poetry that I encountered during college—
From “341,” by Emily Dickinson
This is the Hour of Lead --
Remembered, if outlived,
As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow --
First -- Chill -- then Stupor -- then the letting go –
Read the whole poem here.
Fun fact: I once memorized this poem and always got screwed up on the line just before these, “A Quartz contentment, like a stone--.”
