flickered in the night...
Emily Dickinson
#601
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 –
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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.
4 comments:
......i am speaking to you now.
Thanks for the read, Oberon, and for the speaking.
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.
That's an interesting point, Clare. Thanks for the comment.
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