her poems
pierce us
to our core..
we must surrender
to her choice
of words..
a wrong word
she despairs
to malaria compares..
perhaps a way inside
enter her two doors..
watch these
switch and intertwine..
heaven/hell
soul/society
light/slant
morning/night..
find ourselves on the /
still..
as we wrestle
are we grasping for an
Emily Ungraspable..?
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
her poems
pierce us
to our core..
we must surrender
to her choice
of words..
a wrong word
she despairs
to malaria compares..
perhaps a way inside
enter her two doors..
watch these
switch and intertwine..
heaven/hell
soul/society
light/slant
morning/night..
find ourselves on the /
still..
as we wrestle
are we grasping for an
Emily Ungraspable..?
preparing for Emily Dickinson
discussion... :)
