Our Emily Dickinson
Poems written after Emily Dickinson
A word is dead
When it is said
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
—Emily Dickinson (1212)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Room and Board by Mary Buchanan
If a church mouse came calling
she would be scolded here
for rowdy behavior
for this house has fragile bones
and we are not to disturb it.
Night comes unannounced.
A moth is drawn to my lampshade
and I am glad for the company.
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