Emily Dickenson - Selected Poems

Presenting: Emily Dickinson ? Selected Poems (2002, JM Dent), by Emily? Dickenson (we clock the rogue ?e?; it?s Dickinson , the recluse who could out-stare eternity from a window in Amherst). ISBN: 0753816598 . Condition: Good , which in the gently evasive dialect of second-hand booksellers means ?loved, kept tidy, and perfectly capable of making you gasp on public transport.? This is your pocket lightning. Dickinson writes like a meteorologist of the soul: barometers for grief, isobars for awe, thunderheads of capital letters rolling across the sky just when you thought it was safe to be prosaic. Expect dashes that function as trapdoors, hymnal rhythms that suddenly turn feral, and images so precise they feel stolen from nature?s private notes. She can compress a cathedral into a teacup and then invite you to sip. From the outside: the JM Dent paperback look?quietly respectable, the kind of book that can sit beside a potted fern and appear to be thinking. Edges exhibit honest shelf-kiss, a modest spine crease (earned, like laugh lines), and pages with a tasteful ivory tone. No highlighter swaths, no undergraduate confessions in the margins?just that light patina of time that proves paper and breath once kept each other company. Our Good means it opens nicely, reads cleanly, and resists drama. Inside: the greatest hits and the ambushes. Death, in a carriage that refuses to hurry. Hope, with feathers and undecided weather. A loaded gun that may or may not be the poet?s voice, the reader?s pulse, or both. Bees with agendas, sunsets with policies, the soul choosing its own society and bolting the door with a dash. Each poem is an experiment in controlled detonation: minimal wording, maximal aftershock. Blink and you miss the fuse. Read twice and you find it burning in your pocket. Dickinson?s trick?still astonishing, still modern?is to speak softly and rearrange your furniture. She refuses to over-explain, inviting you to lean forward and finish the echo. The rhymes are both prim and slant, the theology curious but unsupervised, the natural world reported with an almost forensic tenderness. You don?t ?get? these poems; you make a truce with them, then notice your breathing has changed. Why this copy? Because Crappy Old Books excels at the noble paradox: decidedly un -crappy volumes bearing the faint fingerprints of previous wonder. Our Good is your sweet spot: crisp text, shipshape binding, and just enough lived-in charm to reassure you this isn?t a hostage in plastic. It?s a book for reading, not for posing with?though it will, incidentally, look excellent on your table, telegraphing ?I contain multitudes? without the stage fright. Ideal for: Readers who like their revelations bite-sized and booby-trapped. Anyone who suspects a dash can do the work of a paragraph. People who keep a weather eye on hope, and a spare jar for bees. Side effects may include sudden reconsiderations of the word ?forever,? discreet tears at bus stops, and an impulse to capitalise Abstract Nouns like you?re on first-name terms. In short: a quietly luminous Selected Poems that still detonates on contact? Emily Dickinson at her angled, slant-rhyme finest, in a JM Dent edition with the decorum to keep its wildness discreet. Brought to you by Crappy Old Books , where the name is self-deprecation and the stock is the good kind of dangerous.…