I wish I could befriend Emily Dickinson.
The lady could turn a phrase.
Confined to her domicile
by choice her words praise
the natural spirit of God's creation.
Her meter has been called awkward.
Yet her style moved poetry forward.
I wish I could befriend Emily Dickinson
May her soul know she is often read.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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