Author Archives: Deborah Shteierman

1. Part I

“[T]o recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with / shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless … Continue reading

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Response to “I heard a Fly buzz- when I died-”

In contrast to the other Dickinson poems that were in the assigned reading, this poem does not come across as especially harsh or sorrowful. Where the other poems contain a lot of what I view as sharp language and foreboding … Continue reading

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