Friday, December 23, 2011

Writing prompt

Wherever I was was inferior to where i might be. (From Marge Piercy poem "Down the road, down the road")

Monday, December 05, 2011

Emily Dickinson # 613 & 593

They shut me up in Prose--

As when a Little Girl

They put me in the Closet

Because they liked me "still"--

Still! Could themself have peeped--

And seen my Brain--go round--

They might as wise have lodged a Bird

For Treason--in the Pound--

Himself has but to will

And easy as a Star

Look down upon Captivity--

And laugh--No more have I--

I think I was enchanted

When first a sombre Girl--

I read that Foreign Lady--

The Dark--felt beautiful--

And whether it was noon at night--

Or only Heaven--at Noon--

For very Lunacy of Night

I had not power to tell--


I could not have defined the change--

Conversion of the mind

Like Sanctifying in the Soul--

Is witnessed--not explained--

'Twas a Divine Insanity--

The Danger to be Sane

Should I again experience--

'Tis Antidote to turn--

To Tomes of solid witchcraft--

Magicians be asleep--

But magic--hath an element

Like Diety--to keep--