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I like Emily Dickinson. She rewards both swift reading and long pondering, and she's written a poem for every permutation of mood and occasion.
Dawn
When the night is almost done
and sunrise grows so near
that we can touch the spaces,
it's time to smooth the hair
and get the dimples ready,
and wonder we could care
for that old faded midnight
that frightened but an hour.
I've known nights like that - sometimes even electric lights won't chase them away. But what are these spaces we can touch?
Dawn
When the night is almost done
and sunrise grows so near
that we can touch the spaces,
it's time to smooth the hair
and get the dimples ready,
and wonder we could care
for that old faded midnight
that frightened but an hour.
I've known nights like that - sometimes even electric lights won't chase them away. But what are these spaces we can touch?
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Date: 2010-01-25 06:36 am (UTC)And I honestly think her best poems are the creeptastic ones (http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/emilydickinson/10563).
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Date: 2010-01-25 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-26 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-25 07:55 am (UTC)Spaces that make feel safe? Or may be spaces that define us without us expressing in words? Perhaps!
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Date: 2010-01-25 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-25 02:42 pm (UTC)I like how you say that Emily Dickinson rewards both swift reading and long pondering. I agree, and man, that's something to aim for, I think. Hard, though.
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Date: 2010-01-25 03:25 pm (UTC)All the best goals are hard, I think. I can't decide if this is cruel, because we may strive and never meet them, or a challenge to be welcomed.
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Date: 2010-01-25 03:29 pm (UTC)