About a year ago, I was finishing up one of my final university courses, a seminar on Emily Dickinson. After a lot of reading, analysis, discussion, and so on, we were assigned a final project. We had to engage with Dickinson in a creative form of our choosing. Be it baking one of her vague recipes, or keeping a journal like her own, imitating her poetic style, and so on. It took me frankly forever to come up with an idea. I got so desperate, in fact, that i picked up my giant tome of all of her poetry and flat-out asked Emily for a little help. Then I opened to a random page and read some poems, trying to hear her, to extract meaning from her words.
In my mind, this was as clear as possible, it was her speaking to me. Frankly, it was creepy and exciting: she was fascinated with death and now she was on the other side of the curtain, and able to speak her words long after her body had decayed.
So I thought, instead of trying to speak for her, for my project, I’d let hr speak for herself. I’d pull every poem that started with “I”, take its first line, and put them together. So this isn’t really me speaking here. It’s Emily, telling us about herself. Isn’t that awesome?
Click here or on the image below to listen to this project!
Sabrina Parra Díaz 
Breathtaking!
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