for a leisurely sunday delight, please visit my friend ashok’s blog and a looong discussion of an emily dickinson poem – this one:
i could suffice for him, i knew -
he – could suffice for me -
yet hesitating fractions – both
surveyed infinity -
“would i be whole” he sudden broached -
my syllable rebelled -
‘twas face to face with nature – forced -
‘twas face to face with god -
withdrew the sun – to other wests -
withdrew the furthest star
before decision – stooped to speech -
and then – be audibler
the answer of the sea unto
the motion of the moon -
herself adjust her tides – unto -
could i – do else – with mine?
image by wpwend42
That’s so sad and beautiful. I love poems about heartaches.
More beautifull than sad Bakujan!
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I have a growing appreciation for Emily Dickenson and hadn’t seen this poem. Thanks for pointing it out; I’ll have to eavesdrop on the discussion!
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Ah, Emily…
The only woman who ever made me wish I’d been born in a different Age…
Sweet Spiritual Muse !
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