Review of “The Bat Is Dun, With Wrinkled Wings” (1876)


Emily Dickinson (writer).

Read in 2021.

It’s not particularly well done as a poem, but it sure is fun to see a poem in sincere praise of bats, not mere Gothic horror painting them as monsters. I don’t know whether Dickinson’s occasional transcendentalism had much to do with Emerson, but this poem feels a bit like the latter half of Emerson’s friend’s Walden (1854). It stands as a portal to later ecologically conscious literature.

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