“New Englandly”


(poetry diary 148) Dictionary.com put forth the word “willowwacks” as its “word of the day” earlier this week:

  1. New England. a wooded,uninhabited area

A library coworker, also from New England, was skeptical about whether or not this was a real word. (It wasn’t in the Oxford English Dictionary, but that’s from…Oxford…so prob can’t be trusted on New England words….)

My friend, though, also introduced me to the phrase “New Englandly,” used in the Dickinson poem below.  I’m also suspicious as whether or not it’s a “real” phrase, but it’s still good:


Emily Dickinson

The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune—
Because I grow—where Robins do—
But, were I Cuckoo born—
I’d swear by him—
The ode familiar—rules the Noon—
The Buttercup’s, my Whim for Bloom—
Because, we’re Orchard sprung—
But, were I Britain born,
I’d Daisies spurn—
None but the Nut—October fit—
Because, through dropping it,
The Seasons flit—I’m taught—
Without the Snow’s Tableau
Winter, were lie—to me—
Because I see—New Englandly—
The Queen, discerns like me—

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