A Collection of Female Poets
Medium ones too
No matter how busy one gets, one must stop to read the poem, "How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet 43)" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, of the folks that take to reading poetry, if they have not done so already, or else their electronic gadget will pulsate with a feverish pitch which left unheeded, spreads the malaise in some form to the human being, which is very likely given our splendid addiction to such instruments.
Women are readers by birth and read well, with their eyes, minds, hearts, and every cell, of all and more so — them that they give birth to — an option that is their sole right until a particular pause or maybe the pause can be reverted in this age what was deemed impossible, perhaps in Mrs. Browning's era.
Most people have hoped for something to happen and may have encountered this poem, "Hope"— by Emily Dickinson. Ms. Dickinson, a spinster (uncommon back then), spent her life in solitude and wrote almost 1800 poems and one letter without a clue whether they would ever see the light of day.
It is sad but true that no matter how prepared or we think we are ready for our departure, we do not wait around on a day-to-day basis for it to strike as we are rushed by the tick-tocks. Still, Ms. Dickinson's famous poem, "Because I could not stop for Death", — says it well with the observant eye…
