flickered in the night...

Emily Dickinson


A still – Volcano – Life –
That flickered in the night –
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight –

A quiet – Earthquake Style –
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples –
The North cannot detect

The Solemn – Torrid – Symbol –
The lips that never lie –
Whose hissing corals part – and shut –
And Cities – ooze away –


One of my favorite poem about the writing life – among its many possible readings – and probably my favorite Dickinson piece. It speaks to me, directly, on different levels.


Oberon said...

......i am speaking to you now.

sam of the ten thousand things said...

Thanks for the read, Oberon, and for the speaking.

Clare said...

This poem is visionary. I know I am stating the obvious, but it really strikes me as being illuminated/illuminating in its aim and language.

sam of the ten thousand things said...

That's an interesting point, Clare. Thanks for the comment.