Dickinson is a half-hour comedy series starring Oscar-nominee Hailee Steinfeld. Created by Alena Smith, Dickinson audaciously explores the constraints of society, gender, and family from the perspective of rebellious young poet Emily Dickinson.
Directed by: David Gordon Green
Starring: Hailee Steinfeld, Jane Krakowski, Toby Huss, Anna Baryshnikov, Ella Hunt, Adrian Enscoe, Matt Lauria, Dasha Nekrasova
I was pleasantly surprised how many people asked me to bring this back! I love Emily Dickinson’s poetry and the TV series was so much fun. Now I have more available for purchase at my Etsy.
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears— Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe put on, And independent as the Sun Associates or glows alone,
i just love how because emily dickinson’s poems are classified by their first lines, accidental little poems just appear all the time in indexes and the table of contents. for example:
“Susie, ¿de verdad volverás a casa el próximo sábado y volverás a ser mía y me besarás como solías hacerlo? Te espero tanto, y me siento tan ansiosa por ti, siento que no puedo esperar. La expectativa de volver a ver tu cara me hace sentir caliente y febril, y mi corazón late tan rápido”.
When Emily Dickinson said “How dreary to be somebody”, and Daffodils said “It’s been raining inside my head again”, and Oscar Wilde said “Behind sorrow there is always sorrow”.
The little green dragon had a fearsome expression on its face, as it was feeling both perplexed and frustrated. It could not understand why the flowers in the box had changed colour and shape, for when it had first seen them they had looked entirely different. It had little understanding of Nature, despite being a most remarkable natural phenomenon itself, and as botany was rarely studied in the dragon’s arid homeland of faraway Patadragonia, the funny wee creature knew nothing at all about the cultivation and lifecycles of flowering plants.
And it was greatly frustrated as well… When Algy pointed with delight to some beautiful blue hyacinths in the centre of the box, the little green dragon simply frowned, for try as it might, it simply could not glow in that colour. It was happiest glowing in varying hues of green, orange or red, and it could manage yellow reasonably well, as least for a short period of time - or even a reddish kind of purple if absolutely necessary - but blue was the one colour which completely defied it.
It sighed a loud and heartfelt little-green-dragonish sigh, disturbing a large bumblebee which was happily inspecting the fragrant blue hyacinth, and as the bee buzzed away to find other attractive flowers, the dragon followed it with a resentful eye.
Algy laughed, and tried to comfort his friend. “Don’t be like that,” he said. “We can’t always glow in the all the colours we want to! Look at me… I can’t even glow at all! I’m just fluffy. Don’t try to combat Nature - just enjoy the flowers!”
“Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.
[Algy is quoting the poem Nature is what we see by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]
