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School holiday, dentist appointment, errands–that’s been my day. I also finished my turn for a RPG/Civ-like game I play with some old friends from my school days. There hasn’t been time for much else, but while browsing my copy of Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson (something I’ve kept since my high school days) I came across this poem that struck a chord:
He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.
And now, I’m different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now
To tender renown.
Poetry like this once inspired me, it fed my dreams and hopes. Food for the soul, couldn’t be a better descriptive cliche.
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They inspire me too. This is such a beautiful poem.
I am a BIG fan of poetry. But I put much more time into reading it some years ago before I started writing myself, not poetry but prose in the form of online posts. It/this seems another thing you and I have in common: our love of the right word and turn of phrase.
Emily can be a bit drama queen-ish – if she were living in this day and age I might suggest meds (lol) – still I do think she got it right a lot. Here, in this case, I like the second stanza … “and now, I am different than before.”
So errands done, holiday over, and on to Tuesday …
Emily definitely had her problems. I wonder if she would be horrified to know her poetry was collected and published. I’m sure some of these were never meant to see the light of day!