I read a good bit of Dickinson's work when I was an angsty teenager, mostly because it was short. At the time, all I knew about were the odd little quatrains for which she's best known. It wasn't until I read this book that I realized that she wasn't as crazy as I'd thought and had written longer work, though none would be considered "long" by any means.
Though she's most famous for weird little rhymes with unorthodox punctuation, some of her poems,especially about nature are quite beautiful. I recommend this book.
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