Ode to Emily Dickinson

Ode to Emily Dickinson

Oh to be like Emily –
Retreat from the world
Into the second floor of self,
Sending messages by a tether,
The thinnest possible line of contact,
Invisible, withdrawn into silence,
Close by the fragrant core of being,
The place of knowing,
The emptiness that can pour abundance
Onto the blank page.
Oh to read
Her luminous strings of words,
Like dew-dropped webs
Delicately stretched
Across the morning sun –
To see in them
The nearly forgotten
Rainbowed-reflections
Of our own sequestered selves!

– Atmatyagi Kutt.

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