By Heidi Trautmann
It is one year ago that I started a series of poetry in
Cyprus Observer following the article ‘One summer evening’; summer, the time
when schools close, the art scene is inactive, the minds are set on keeping
cool, either near the sea or in the shade of a tree; many go abroad to cooler
countries and do something for culture. For those who stay on the island, the
evenings are most welcome with a cool breeze from either the sea or the
mountains; it is the time for reading a good book, one that one never had the
time to. Or time to enjoy the company of
friends and a good talk, outside somewhere, in your garden or by the seaside
and you watch the red sun go down.
I love poetry and thoughts come with the beauty of the
evening that form into words my feelings or I take a poetry book, as I did the
other evening. One of my young Cypriot friends, a poetess, Senem Gökel, loves
Emily Dickinson, and somehow she resembles her, although more than 100 years
lie between them, and so I thought, I would read some of Emily Dickinson’s
poetry to understand the woman of today.
Here is one summer poem by her.
A something in a summer’s
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon -
A depth - an Azure - a perfume -
And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see -
Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle - shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me -
The wizard fingers never rest -
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed -
Still rears the East her amber Flag -
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red -
So looking on - the night - the morn
Conclude the wonder gay -
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!
The information about her I took from the Emily
Dickinson Museum website. It is interesting to read.
Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (December 10,
1830 – May 15, 1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, she lived a reclusive life. She was an academically educated young
woman but thought rather eccentric by the locals, she became known for her
penchant for white clothing. Most of her friendships were therefore carried out
Dickinson's poems are unique for the era in which she
wrote; many of her poems deal with themes of death and immortality, two
recurring topics in letters to her friends.
It was not until after her death in 1886—when Lavinia,
Emily's younger sister, discovered her cache of poems—that the breadth of
Dickinson's work became apparent. Her first collection of poetry was published
in 1890. A complete and mostly unaltered collection of her poetry became
available for the first time in 1955 when The
Poems of Emily Dickinson was
published by scholar Thomas H. Johnson. Despite some unfavorable reviews and
some skepticism during the late 19th and early 20th century, she is now almost
universally considered to be one of the most important American poets.