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About This Author
My name is Joy, and I love to write.
Why poetry, here? Because poetry uplifts its writer, and if she is lucky enough, her readers, too. Around us, so many objects abound to write about. Once a poet starts with a smallest, most trivial object, he shall discover that his pen will spill out what is most delicate or most majestic hidden inside him. Since the classics sometimes dealt with lofty subjects with a lofty language, a person with poetry in his soul may incline to emulate that. That is understandable. Poetry does that to a person: it enlarges the soul and gives it wings. Yet, to really soar, a poet needs to take off from the ground.
 
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Everyday Canvas #860294 added September 17, 2015 at 6:29pm
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The Book and its Pages
Prompt: A book is only the heart's portrait-every page a pulse. What are your feelings on this?
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I think it depends on the book. Some books in existence do not qualify to be my heart’s portrait. Frankly, even I don’t know what my heart’s portrait is. My cardiologist has a better picture, but that’s only the physical one. The other, more important part, is a mystery, even to me. If it weren’t a mystery, why would I go around surprising myself?
As to, every page a pulse condition, the only book I can think of, in which each page had an effect on me, is still my childhood favorite, The Little Prince by Saint Exupery. I guess, the shorter this book was, the more condensed had been its message, thus the pulse.
Anyhow, this quote of Emily Dickinson’s is about the Bible, written in a letter. If there is one thing I am not going to volunteer my opinions on--in a place open to the entire world--is any kind of religious discussion.
However, for those nosy people like me, here’s the text of the entire letter:
letters from dickinson to elizabeth holland
To Mrs. J.G. Holland
after Christmas 1882
Sweet Sister,
The lovely recollection - the thought of those that cannot "taste" - of one tho whose faint Bed all Boons were brought before revealed, made the sweet Package mighty - It came so long it knows the way and almost comes itself, like Nature's faithful Blossoms whom no one summons but themselves, Magics of Constancy -
The Fiction of "Santa Claus" always reminds me of the reply to my early question of "Who made the Bible" - "Holy Men moved by the Holy Ghost," and though I have now ceased my investigations, the Solution is insufficient -
Santa Claus, though illustrates - Revelation
But a Book is only the Heart's Portrait - every Page a Pulse -
Thank you for the protecting words - The petit Shepherd would find us but a startled flock, not an unloving one -
Remember me to your Possessions, in whom I have a tender claim, and take sweet care of the small Life, fervor has made great - deathless as Emerson's "Squirrel" -
Vinnie gives her love and will write, if a Lady goes away who is calling here - Maggie prized your remembrance - Austin seldom calls - I am glad you were glad to see him - He visits rarely as Gabriel -
Lovingly,
Emily -
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