maybe i shouldn’t disclaim, but i’m going to anyway. okay. i’m not a dickinson fan. i remember first reading her poetry in middle or high school and not really feeling a connection, and as an adult, i’m still unable to relate to her work. so for those of you out there who LOVE dickinson, you may just want to read this poem very quickly, forgo the post altogether, or in the comments section, help me to try and figure out how her poetry can speak to me, a woman of color. i understand that she may have had mental health difficulties, and that her reaction to the deaths of friends and family was part and parcel to her growing seclusion. i definitely have sympathy for that.
Yes, you were in that room! A nobody?
Unknown until you weren’t anymore.
I understand you–no, I’m not sure.
How to know what it means–to be–a truly unknown nobody
For your countenance–a woman–all in white,
Protected your voice–You walled yourself in–
Out of choice?