Poetry is a hard thing to identify. It hides itself sometimes. We know it when we feel it. The truth has a similar nature. Perhaps, it is even harder to define. It presents itself in contradictions. It is overwhelming, fleeting, and possibly dangerous. We claim to know the truth, but cannot explain it. By the time we even get a sense of our intuition, the feeling is usually gone. How could we write about something so ghostly? Emily Dickinson comprehends this dilemma. In her poem, Tell all the Truth but tell it slant –, Dickinson shows the reader how poetry Continue reading...