I've watched a lot of biographical films, TV shows or documentaries. But most of them are boring.
Although Emily Dickinson's father is old-fashioned, he is really fond of Emily! Sue Gilbert's parents died and she had no money. Under the circumstances at the time, she really had to get married. The best choice was, of course, Emily's older brother Austin, and her younger sister Lavinia, a middle school girl. Listen to a poem by Emily Dickinson every episode after watching the show
Episode 5 I'm Afraid of Having a Body
I'm afraid to own a soul esoteric dangerous possessions - no choice ingredients double assets - happy to limit inheritance to an unexpected heir a monarch of an eternal moment a god to rule new lands
Episode 6
Tell all the truth but be euphemistic
The way to success lies in detours
Too dazzling for our frail pleasures
The ultimate surprise of truth
Like alleviating a child's fear of lightning
need to be kindly explained to them
The process of truth shining must be slow
Otherwise it will cause blindness
Episode 7 We Lose Because We Win
In the eighth episode, there is a kind of dim light that falls diagonally (translated by Yu Guang)
On winter afternoons there is often a slanting light that oppresses us, the weight of which is like the sound of a cathedral harp. It leaves us with a sacred wound; we cannot find a scar. Only the change caused by the heart holds its meaning. No one can make it sensible; it is a brand of despair, an incomparably wonderful pain, which is conveyed to us by the atmosphere. When it comes, the fields listen, and the shadows hold their breath; when it goes, as far away as we look at death.
Episode 10
I think there is a funeral in my head, and the mourners are walking in and out, stomping--stomping--until everything feels like it's slowly crumbling--and when all the guests are seated, the ceremony begins, like a drum--beat Ah-knock--then my heart seemed to go numb--then I heard them carry their coffins and walk slowly through my soul, those lead boots creaking, and then the space filled Full of bells--as if all the planets had become a death knell, and existence itself reduced to an ear, and I, and a certain eerie silence in it, pain, loneliness--then the plank of consciousness suddenly Fractured, I involuntarily fell down, fell down—a layer and hit a new world, and then I didn’t know anymore.
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