Treatise on Emily Dickinson

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From us, she has wandered one and a half centuries
Her tarrying, for unusual lyrical speech
Unknown in wilderness, preserving open-poems

To walk with words as Ethereal feet
No eye remembers her white-dressed
Wit, we only know our time of the present –

We took the mystery, of her rhymes that
Turned themselves inside-out
From us, she put away her ghosts

Her frantic stanzas, sunsets sworn
In short muse that hath too long a date
To talk with the Sun and Springtime’s bees

Poet of poets, woman of Massachusetts!
How many times can I read thy brief Divinity?
Alphabets of sublime artistry,
Heart as much a pen, as any page’s soul.

10 thoughts on “Treatise on Emily Dickinson

  1. Thank you for featuring Emily – truly an amazing woman whose words gave me comfort during terrible times: “’Hope’ is the thing with feathers – / That perches in the soul – / And sings the tune without the words – / And never stops – at all – /”

    “To walk with words as Ethereal feet” — amazing line –!

    I also appreciated your use of dashes and unusual capitalization. Very well done! It *feels* very Emily-like. Brilliant poem.

  2. Pingback: Great Classic Poems by Emily Dickinson; Our Respectful Tribute on Emily’s 183rd Birthday! | Deo Volente

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