Review: Ange Mlinko on Emily Dickinson‘s letters

Reading Emily Dickinson’s fragmentary, allusive letters in a rundown condo on the Florida coast puts one in mind of numbered spolia, chunks of marble or concrete. Elizabeth Bishop’s poem, “A Miracle for Breakfast”—the crumb that falls from a balcony—here may well be the balcony: the building that collapsed on its sleeping residents in 2021 was just down…