The saddle on the horse of normal life, that is. We had a lovely little two-day interlude of wandering around cute cute Amherst and Northampton, and I feel fickle and disloyal to my lovely quirky Ithaca when I say this, but I could live happily in either of those places. I am into the little New England college towns for sure.
While J. was off bonding with his old department the morning after his talk, I toured Emily Dickinson's house. I am now full of a great deal of random Emily Dickinson trivia and interested in learning a lot more. Today, I kept thinking about a line the tour guide quoted and had to go look it up myself. This is from a letter to her only confirmed lover (from afar), Otis Lord:
"While others go to Church, I go to mine, for are you not my Church, and have we not a Hymn that no one knows but us?"
Damn, she was good. Pictures to come.
1 comment:
Ooh, cool! Emily Dickinson ruled. I always mean to read more. I love towns like that too, I miss Ithaca.
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