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    Classic American Poetry
    Classic American Poetry
    Classic American Poetry
    Audiobook2 hours

    Classic American Poetry

    Written by Emily Dickinson, Robert Lowell, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and

    Narrated by Garrick Hagon and Liza Ross

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    About this audiobook

    The United States themselves are, essentially, the greatest poem’ said Walt Whitman. Here are the much-loved examples of the free spirit of America in all its glory.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNaxos Audiobooks
    Release dateJul 22, 2000
    ISBN9789629546366
    Classic American Poetry
    Author

    Emily Dickinson

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) was an American poet. Born in Amherst, Massachusetts, Dickinson was raised in a prominent family of lawyers and politicians alongside two siblings. For seven years, she studied at Amherst Academy, excelling in English, classics, and the sciences. Dickinson suffered from melancholy and poor health from a young age, taking several breaks from school to stay with family in Boston. After graduation, Dickinson enrolled at Mount Holyoke Female Seminary, withdrawing ten months later to return home to Amherst. Through her friend Benjamin Franklin Newton, she was introduced to the poetry of William Wordsworth and Ralph Waldo Emerson, whose influence would prove profound as she embarked on a literary life of her own. Despite her status as one of the greatest American poets of the nineteenth century, Dickinson published only ten poems and one letter during her lifetime, only a sampling of nearly two thousand poems discovered after her death. Cast as an eccentric by contemporaries and later critics alike, Dickinson was an enigmatic figure whose experimental forms and extensive use of symbols have inspired generations of readers and poets. By the 1870s, following the death of her father, Dickinson had largely withdrawn from public life. Spending much of her time caring for her ailing mother, she still managed to write poems and send letters to friends and family. In 1886, following her death, Dickinson’s younger sister Lavinia discovered her collection of poems and began the long and arduous process of bringing them to print.

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    • 4/5
      Great collection of the classics. A few still hit hard today, others are a bit dated but it’s still worth the read/ listen.
    • 5/5
      Just what I needed this morning! Lots of different voices!