A Bird, came down the Walk –He did not know I saw –He bit an Angle Worm in halvesAnd ate the fellow, raw,And then, he drank a DewFrom a convenient Grass –And then hopped sidewise to the WallTo let a Beetle pass –
In my experience, there are two types of literature-lovers in the world: those who revel in the idea of visiting an author’s home, gazing at the desks and chairs and windows once touched by a beloved writer…and those who think such places are just as exciting as any old New England house filled with antique furniture. Trust me, I can see both sides!
A palpable thrill did indeed overtake me as soon as I stepped into Emily’s bedroom, graced with its simple bed and writing desk, but I was more interested in discovering how her Amherst differed from mine. What has stayed the same between the 19th century and the 21st?
It was in the garden that I felt most at peace and connected with the past. The flowers and plants are ephemeral, but their impact on the poets, artists, and thinkers who love them transcend time. The Dickinson Museum is a literary and Romantic oasis (ideologically, anyway) in the midst of a modern college town, a space for conversation between eras. I wonder what Dickinson would think of my photographs?
Have you ever had a meaningful experience at a literary site/author’s house/etc? I’d love to hear your recommendations–particularly if you’re a New Englander!