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      <title>Emily Dickinson by Iman Ashraf</title>
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      <description>A loner and a genius, Emily Dickinson wrote many poems that are famous to this day. She had a unique writing style that reflected the peculiarities in her own character. She gave no heed to other people&#39;s opinion of her and led a life, its essence deriving from her own mind and heart. She was true to herself and her poetry. </description>
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      <pubDate>2017-05-04 12:38:32 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hope is the thing with feathers</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Emily Dickinson's poem on hope is an inspiring literary piece. It comforts people by reminding them that no matter how hard life is, hope will always come to the rescue. Even in the chillest lands and amid the storms, Dickinson can still hear 'hope' singing and the echoes of his voice reverberating through her soul.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-04 12:49:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I felt a funeral in my brain</title>
         <author>imanashrafaly</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Our brain is the center of all thoughts, all ideas, all reason. Dickinson imagines a funeral in her brain, signifying the loss of her senses and her reason. The boots of lead, her mourners are wearing, only help intensify the feeling of disorientation. The church bells, the drum beats all predict the breaking down of her mind until she plunges into worlds unknown and finally finishes. 'I felt a funeral in my brain' is an excellent vivid account of the loss of an abstract entity like the mind. The metaphors in the poem are extraordinary and leave the reader, reflecting upon the idea of the mind dying.   </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-04 13:12:09 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>I am Nobody, Who are you</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>If you are a Nobody too, you will be interested to hear what Dickinson says about you. A recluse her entire life, Dickinson was the epitome of Nobodiness for nobody recognized during her time and she spent her life shunned from society. She, though, did not apparently hate her loneliness as she tells as through this poem. What she hated was people publicizing about themselves like frogs croaking to a crowd in a bog. A clear criticism of society and people, Emily's poem portrays the futility and absurdness of self-advertising oneself (If she could only see Social Media nowadays!!). Being a Nobody, in that sense, does seem better than being a Somebody.  </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2017-05-04 14:04:13 UTC</pubDate>
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