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Emily Dickinson: Presentiment – is that long Shadow

Presentiment – is that long Shadow – on the Lawn –

April 21, 2023 · 1 Comment

Richard Michelson: Angels with Guns Guarding the Gates of Heaven

My grandmother didn’t
live to see her youngest son, my father, murdered in a Brooklyn
gutter by a fifth generation, drug-addicted, unemployed house-
painter whose ancestors were dragged here like devils in chains.

April 18, 2023 · 5 Comments

Emily Dickinson: The Color of the Grave is Green

The Color of the Grave is Green
The Outer Grave—I mean—
You would not know it from the Field—
Except it own a Stone—

January 27, 2023 · 1 Comment

Emily Dickinson: I am afraid to own a Body

Double Estate—entailed at pleasure
Upon an unsuspecting Heir—

July 15, 2022 · 3 Comments

Video: The Opposites Game

An English teacher asks his class: ‘What’s the opposite of a gun?’

May 18, 2022 · 2 Comments

Video: “Hope” by Emily Dickinson | A Film by Robert Isenberg

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –

November 26, 2021 · 2 Comments

Emily Dickinson: A Bird, came down the Walk

A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw

September 24, 2021 · 5 Comments

Emily Dickinson: Remorse is memory awake

Remorse is cureless,—the disease
Not even God can heal

September 2, 2021 · 1 Comment

Emily Dickinson: Cocoon above! Cocoon below!

A moment to interrogate,
Then wiser than a “Surrogate,”
The Universe to know!

August 6, 2021 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: How happy is the little stone

Fulfilling absolute Decree
In casual simplicity—

June 18, 2021 · 2 Comments

Emily Dickinson: I had been hungry, all the Years

The Plenty hurt me – ’twas so new –
Myself felt ill – and odd –
As Berry – of a Mountain Bush –
Transplanted – to a Road

May 15, 2021 · 4 Comments

Rachel Hadas: Holding on to hope is hard, even with the pandemic’s end in sight – wisdom from poets through the ages

As we begin to glimpse what might be the beginning of the end of the pandemic, what does hope mean? It’s hard not to sense the presence of hope, but how do we think of it?

March 23, 2021 · 2 Comments

Gary Margolis: The Desire to Write Poetry at Forty

the mysterious
feeling between her
and Emily, the centuries in
between two women
alone in their rooms.

February 18, 2021 · 2 Comments

Emily Dickinson: They shut me up in Prose

They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason — in the Pound —

November 27, 2020 · Leave a comment

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