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Robert Wrigley: The Consciousness of Everything

That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.

May 26, 2020 · 2 Comments

Emily Dickinson: Grief is a Mouse

Grief is a Thief—quick startled—
Pricks His Ear—report to hear
Of that Vast Dark—
That swept His Being—back—

May 15, 2020 · 1 Comment

Emily Dickinson: Wild nights — Wild nights!

Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

May 8, 2020 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: We grow accustomed to the Dark

We grow accustomed to the Dark –
When light is put away –
As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp
To witness her Goodbye

June 7, 2019 · 2 Comments

Emily Dickinson: The Loneliness One dare not sound

The Loneliness One dare not sound—And would as soon surmiseAs in its Grave go plumbingTo ascertain the size— The Loneliness whose worst alarmIs lest itself should see—And perish from before … Continue reading

March 22, 2019 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: After great pain, a formal feeling comes

After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The … Continue reading

December 14, 2018 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: As Imperceptively as Grief

As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away – Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy – A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself … Continue reading

September 14, 2018 · 1 Comment

Paul Christensen: The Arrival of Spring

The crocus came up two days ago. I wondered how long it might take to get some sign that spring was on the way. There they are, tough little flowers … Continue reading

April 3, 2018 · 3 Comments

Emily Dickinson: This is my letter to the world

This is my letter to the World That never wrote to Me— The simple News that Nature told— With tender Majesty Her Message is committed To Hands I cannot see— … Continue reading

March 23, 2018 · 1 Comment

Emily Dickinson: I cannot live with you

I cannot live with You – It would be Life – And Life is over there – Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to – Putting up Our … Continue reading

March 2, 2018 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: On a Columnar Self

On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty That Lever cannot pry— And Wedge cannot divide Conviction—That Granitic Base— Though None be on … Continue reading

February 1, 2018 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: Because I could not stop for Death

Because I could not stop for Death –  He kindly stopped for me –  The Carriage held but just Ourselves –  And Immortality. We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put … Continue reading

January 11, 2018 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: A Light Exists in Spring

A Light exists in Spring Not present on the Year At any other period – When March is scarcely here . A Color stands abroad On Solitary Fields That Science … Continue reading

March 20, 2017 · Leave a comment

Emily Dickinson: “My Life had stood — a Loaded Gun”

My Life had stood – a Loaded Gun – In Corners – till a Day The Owner passed – identified – And carried Me away – And now We roam … Continue reading

January 24, 2017 · 1 Comment

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