“Could you tell me how to grow up—or is it something that cannot be passed on—like witchcraft?”
— Emily Dickinson
In a world of affections as close as it is tender and explosive, Emily Dickinson contemplates and judges the world, rejects it in eruptions of lava or sublimates it until she reveals it in a blinding light. Love letters, ironic or poetic, from a woman who chose the risk of thought and called it ecstasy.