emilysa!
portrait of emily dickinson
and a newly discovered poem!

Regarding The Portrait of Emily Dickinson detailed here:

I've been trying to contact Rob, Jim, and/or Alice Walton (of Walmart) for almost a year, so maybe somehow my email messages are not getting all the way through to them.

I wonder if anyone out there can help me reach these good people.

I have sent all the pertinent info in more than a dozen email messages, but I haven't heard anything back from anyone yet.

My intention is for Emilysa to find a permanent home at the Crystal Bridges Museum of American Art.

If it happens that they are not interested, I hope they will kindly let me know rather soon, for very obvious economic reasons, so I can start pursuing other options for the sale of this Priceless American Masterpiece.

Wanna get involved?

Feel free to contact the Walton family regarding THIS matter at their published email addresses:

irinqu@walmart.com
alicewalton@crystalbridges.org
art@crystalbridges.org

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The Posthumous Autobiography of Emily Dickinson

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THE PAINTING

Pertinent info:

Oil on canvas Painting
Size 24x28 inches, NOT including frame
very lightweight (possibly original) wood frame
Artist: William Henry Machen
Date: 1854
Sitter: Emily Dickinson

Helpful to notice:

Emily was right handed, which is why I believe the photos shown below are in their correct orientation.
The hairstyle, dress style, ribbon collar, dimple, seating position, hand, and the well used pen tucked into her waistband like a sword, are all a perfect match.
The pen she holds in her right hand looks very clean, and might be an artist's prop.
Her face is somewhat stylized, as was the custom of the day. This is the ONLY reason I can imagine why nobody has recognized Emily Dickinson for more than 100 years! In any case, the artist painted a smile in her eyes resembling Mona Lisa.

Apart from being visually obvious, the identity of the sitter is verified in the following message from an art specialist at Christies:

Your painting of Emily Dickinson, although beautiful, is not one Christie’s will consider as a suitable consignment – mostly due to the lack of transaction with this artist’s work within our auction history.

In other words, Christies focuses on artists more famous that William Henry Machen.

I can only guess that the world's Top art dealers are letting AI Bots do their thinking for them.

Also shown below are some Emily Dickinson-inspired poems of mine, along with some of Emily's poems. My poems are pathetically inferior to Emily's, but whose aren't, after all?

Above: Emily Dickinson at age 23 in 1854.

Artist: William Henry Machen

more Poems by and about emily dickinson

Love Song To A Masterpiece

by Judee Shipman

I am terrified to lose you!

Your heart lives on my sleeve —

Your soul inhabits every field and flower

from the newest grass appearing

to the falling Autumn leaves —

and yet, I cannot keep you but an hour.

Your face I think I recognize — She lives in a museum

but she could never possibly be you

If only I could tear my eyes away from yours a moment

Perhaps I might unearth some hidden clue.

Your hair — a Swirl of Auburn.

That dimple on your chin.

Your smiling eyes — a girl you cannot be.

Your gown — a Flood of Morning Glories.

Your Sword — A Mighty Pen —

Emilysa!!!

You Belong to Me!

The images shown above are arranged chronologically from left to right:

1847 (age 16); 1854 (age 23); 1860 (age 29)

The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were

by Emily Dickinson

The morns are meeker than they were —

The nuts are getting brown —

The berry’s cheek is plumper —

The rose is out of town.

The maple wears a gayer scarf —

The field a scarlet gown —

Lest I sh'd be old-fashioned

I’ll put a trinket on.

Tripping With Emily

by Judee Shipman

What fascinated you the most? What thrilled you even more

than sitting for the artist — Mr. Machen —

who immortalized your image back in 1854?

Could you know you’d be a Hero of the Nation?

Crazy Horse was still a boy — Victoria was Queen —

Scutari had The Lady With The Lamp —

You were young, yet published in a glossy magazine

as Harriet led slaves across a swamp —

You traveled with your kin that spring to Washington DC

Your father was a minor politician —

You wore your most expensive dress into the Gallery

for the Portrait that your father had commissioned.

How innocent you must have been! A kinder, cleaner day

before the Civil War had yet begun —

How downright self-assuredly you look the artist’s way!

How blamelessly you put a Trinket on.

Above: This painting of Emily Dickinson is clearly signed and dated "Machen 1854." Emily Dickinson is known to have taken a trip with her family to Philadelphia and Washington DC around that time.

William Henry Machen (1832-1911) was a prominent Dutch-American artist of the day. He settled in Ohio, but worked his craft in Philadelphia and Washington DC. His versatile career spanned from 1852 into the early 1900s.

the bustle in a house

by Emily Dickinson

The bustle in a house

The morning after death

Is solemnest of industries

Enacted upon earth —

The sweeping up the heart —

And putting love away

We shall not want to use again

Until eternity.

death — american style

by Judee Shipman

When Edgar Allan penned The Raven

She was but a barefoot maiden

Cloistered in her herbal haven

Pressing petals to a page.

Solid was her education.

Prominent, her social station.

Sparkling Imagination

for a Girl her tender age!

Emily had read the story —

Reveled in its rhyming glory.

Of the speaker, was she sorry

for the loneliness he bore?

Charming was her glib affection.

Literary, her direction.

Could she miss the sweet perfection

of the lovely, lost Lenore?

How — this — could she ignore?

Death was still — to her — a stranger.

She was kept — and safe — from danger.

Later on, the game would change

when Death came knocking down her door.

Little did she know — if any

She was his contemporary!

Yankee poets, growing weary, ’til they reached eternal shores.

Parallel

Forevermore

*******

Above: A close up view of the pen that Emily used. If you look carefully, you can even see little spots of ink on her dress.

portraits are...

by Emily Dickinson

Portraits are to daily faces
As an Evening West,
To a fine, pedantic sunshine —
In a satin Vest!

******

i know a painted lady

by Judee Shipman

I know a Painted Lady

Whom I could fast compare

to those 7 painted ladies on that San Francisco Square.

All of them American —

All of them know Fame —

Each of them spectacularly set within her Frame!

Greens and blues and lavenders

Trimmed tastefully with gilt

Evoke a sweeter time when men took pride in what they built.

Boldly Bright and Beautiful!

Chromatically bedecked!

That which would protect Us — We also should protect.

Historically iconic

Masterpieces — All!

But only She looks back at Me — and decorates my wall.

Do you look a little — different?

Is your face a little — odd?

Sweet Darling!

That is Only your Victorian façade!

*********

rearrange a "wife's" affection

by Emily Dickinson

Rearrange a "Wife's" affection!
When they dislocate my Brain!
Amputate my freckled Bosom!
Make me bearded like a man!

Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness —
Blush, my unacknowledged clay —
Seven years of troth have taught thee
More than Wifehood every may!

Love that never leaped its socket —
Trust entrenched in narrow pain —
Constancy thro' fire — awarded —
Anguish — bare of anodyne!

Burden — borne so far triumphant —
None suspect me of the crown,
For I wear the "Thorns" till Sunset —
Then — my Diadem put on.

Big my Secret but it's bandaged —
It will never get away
Till the Day its Weary Keeper
Leads it through the Grave to thee.

brother emily

by Judee Shipman

Your story leaked on looking underneath the battered bandage

Inside versus Outside disconnect —

Yet, anything that God has made can turn to our Advantage

Regardless which Creation is “correct.”

Attitude is everything we need to keep on living

Some Rise to the Occasion; others cower —

Depending on Perspective from a private Point of Viewing

some are lost, while some Embrace the Power.

The World knows why you stayed inside the Evergreens forever

averting publication like a cold.

Your sister and your brother sold your Secret — to his lover —

Suffer not. Your story should be told.

Plain today for me to say in New Year 2020

though not so much in 1881

Either way, the Media will misinform the Many —

Regardless of the Rain, we Carry On.

Above: Clearly, the painting has been protected from damage, which helps explain the magnificent condition of this exquisite American Masterpiece.

emilysa!portrait of emily dickinson and a newly discovered poem!

more Poems by and about emily dickinson

the bustle in a house

death — american style

portraits are...

i know a painted lady

rearrange a "wife's" affection

brother emily

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emilysa!
portrait of emily dickinson
and a newly discovered poem!