I an happy to report that it is indeed possible to read an Emily Dickinson poem to young children and retain their full interest and appreciation. I think it is a matter of loving the poem, trusting that the audience can appreciate nuance and genius, and committing fully to the performance aspect of reading aloud.
I’ve long suspected that the shrinking habits of reflexive embarrassment are unnecessary to pretty much any aspect of living. All the more so when seizing an opportunity to be a conduit for artistry, be that a lively recitation or an unfettered dance. After all, why avoid being noticed for doing something well, when the effort is in sincere homage to the inspiring ideal? True confidence is steeped in humility.