The Spirit Lasts
Thursday, March 13, 2014
The Spirit lasts—but
in what mode—
Emily Dickinson
 |
| Karen Gerbrecht |
The Spirit lasts—but
in what mode—
Below, the Body
speaks,
But as the Spirit
furnishes—
Apart, it never talks—
The Music in the
Violin
Does not emerge alone
But Arm in Arm with
Touch, yet Touch
Alone—is not a Tune—
The Spirit lurks
within the Flesh
Like Tides within the
Sea
That make the Water
live, estranged
What would the Either
be?
Does that know—now—or
does it cease—
That which to this is
done,
Resuming at a mutual
date
With every future one?
Instinct pursues the
Adamant,
Exacting this Reply—
Adversity if it may
be, or
Wild Prosperity,
The Rumor’s Gate was
shut so tight
Before my Mind was
sown,
Not even a
Prognostic’s Push
Could make a Dent
thereon—
