She had never seen Vesuvius; in fact, she had rarely left and never too far or for too long her room in the house with a ...

Hope is text messages with your kid, when they’re telling you real things line by line. Hope is the click of a seatbelt when you pull into the frenzy of the world. Hope is the three solid blue lights ...

in the words of this poem, “courser”). Emily Dickinson would know—she rarely left her hometown of Amherst, Massachusetts. Perhaps the prolific poet was content with letting her mind journey ...

Unlike traditional romantic poetry, Dickinson's verse is filled with passion and longing. The poem hints at an intense, possibly unfulfilled, desire, suggesting love as both exhilarating and ...

The following editorial is from the opinion page of The Republican newspaper in Springfield. It reflects views of the newspaper’s leadership and not necessarily those of MassLive.com. Readers are ...

Poetry, like most art, is subjective, and people’s tastes run as wide as the collections on offer. Whether young or old, well ...

They’d banish us, you know. So begins an eight-line poem by Emily Dickinson. Written in 1861 and published posthumously in 1890, the work spent decades in a drawer, along with 800 other writings.