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Greetings from:
• Southern VermoNT
• my internal
Life, world

Thank you, Emily
your birth was
a gift to the
world. I’ve sent this
on my own birthday,
                        EileeN Parks

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I usually don’t pay attention 
to poems all that much, but 
Emily Dickinson’s poems kind
of struck a chord with me.                                                       
The meanings behind each one 
where perfectly simple and it
wasn’t entirely convoluted and
difficult to decipher the
meaning. I particularly liked the
poems that were about how to
live your life, as this drawing
was inspired by her poem
regarding to “let the outdoors be
your church.” That poem resonated
with me and got me to think
that in order to live every
day in the life fully as the poem says,

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I have to slow down
and experience
it bit by bit.

-Jonathan Han
Sacred Heart
Preparatory

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Dear Emily,
I admire you for
writing your poems not
for fame, but for you and
your friends and family.
Your beautiful poems show
how amazing and down to
earth you were. I love this
Poem specifically since we
are able to learn more
about why you only published
ten poems in your lifetime.

Sincerely,
Clementine Devaux

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Dear Emily,
I loved your poem 
about a bird. It made
me see nature in a
different light, and
notice things as small as
a bird eating a worm
raw. I love the idea of
birds and butterflies
swimming through the air
as they fly. Your writing
inspires me to notice the
outdoors and enjoy its
beauty.

From, Evelyn Smith

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Dear Emily,
Last week I had a
dream where I asked, “Is it
time for my poem?” then
stepped in front of an audience
+ recited “Because I Could Not
Stop for Death.” I haven’t read
that poem since I was in high
school (I’m 33 now) + I can’t believe
I was able to recite it from memory – 
in my sleep! I think this speaks
to the enduring Power of your
poetry. Happy birthday!
~Megan

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In 2020, we celebrate the
inspiration of immigrants.
This note is in
honor of
Maggie Maher
“warm and wild and mighty”

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Citrus Town
Life in this town doesn’t make a
sound, As quiet as a mouse this makes
this town. Not a single argument in sight.
In this citrus Filled town – Not a peep
not even a squeak in this citrus filled
town. As the sun breaks through the clouds.
The Sun grows bright in this citrus town.
As the sun grows you do too in the
citrus filled town. As the Sun sets
and the moon grows you will never forget
this citrus town that you Know.

Bryan Medina

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Along the open grass
with two eyes I see
Everything I want,
Everything I could be.
The smog flies in the
air, clouding the
breeze. The open grass
is dying but it’s waiting
on me. The trees blow
and whistle, in the winter
breeze. I wish it did
something, to calm all
my anxieties. on the needle’s
edge, is how the grass makes me
feel. The sun’s bright light is the
only thing that’s real. The
always tell me, it’s your divine
plan. Yet I can’t remove myself
from his hands. Along the open grass,
with 2 eyes I see, Everything I
want, everything I can’t be.

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To Emily Dickinson From Richard
I liked the poem
I’m Nobody who are you?
It was GREAT!

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“as I step in the woods”
The trees line up to greet me
The green leaves form a comforting blanket
The smell of pine at the tip of my nose
The rocky ground holds me
the wind blows a kiss
all is well,
I am at peace

– Hannah Zanghi