{"product_id":"autoportrait-au-roitelet","title":"Self-portrait with a Wren.","description":"\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cem data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHere is my letter to the World\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Who has never written to me –\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e The simple News that Nature told –\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e With tender Majesty\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e \u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEmily Dickinson\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eEmily Dickinson (1830-1886) spent her life in Amherst, on the family estate. She fell in love with a reverend, who ran away. She wrote poems, didn't know their worth (or pretended not to), and took as her teacher a famous dandy, Thomas Wentworth Higginson, whose stupidity—a century had passed—radiated like the sun. As the years passed, she went out less and less, signed her letters \"Your Student,\" still wrote a few verses, and was interested in everything that died.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e When she began writing to the Norcross sisters in 1859, Louise was sixteen, Frances thirteen. Twenty years later, they had not grown up, and were, for Emily, the same imaginary little girls. Loo was still sixteen, Fanny thirteen. \"I wish we were children,\" she wrote to her brother. \"I wish\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e that we are always children, how to grow up, I don't know.\"\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eThe part of the\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cem data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eCorrespondence\u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/em\u003eThe translation here – Letters to T.W. Higginson and the Norcross Sisters – could only be made possible thanks to the remarkable critical apparatus of the American edition by Harvard University Press. The poems found in the second part of the volume speak for themselves.\u003cbr data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e Patrick Reumaux\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Antinoë","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42006485795056,"sku":"25107","price":21.5,"currency_code":"EUR","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0574\/4043\/6408\/products\/192898.1634139718.jpg?v=1636036152","url":"https:\/\/anttopinoe.com\/en-en\/products\/autoportrait-au-roitelet","provider":"Antinoë","version":"1.0","type":"link"}