…I think I like Emily Dickinson better than Walt Whitman. Yes, yes, I know I was a diehard Whitmaniac at the beginning of this semester, I even got my blog username from one of his poems… but there’s something about Dickinson’s writing, both prose and poetry – and speaking of both, I love that they overlap, prosetry if you will – that captivates me so so so much. She sees the world in such a unique and beautiful way, simultaneously whimsical and authentic. It also might be because I see a bit of myself in her (ie, I’m projecting). Who knows. She’s a wonderful mystery.