Dickinson — Sex, Spanish, Stew
Emily, in not so foreign tongues The first law of American literature: Somewhere, somehow, in God only knows what language, you are always going to come across one more, intriguing—if not indeed great—Emily Dickinson poem. A poem that you have previously overlooked, or not even heard of. And yet, there it is, ready to reward your attention. A rider: The poem might be about sex. Not sex like Henry Miller with his beloved Germaine du Café de l’Éléphant, soaping […]
Categories: William Eaton, ZiR • Tags: Barcelona, dogs, Emily Dickinson, fairy tales, Henry Miller, poetry, sex, Spanish
