Alex Waterhouse-Hayward

The Woman in White

Sunday, October 01, 2017

A solemn thing

A solemn thing – it was – I said –

A Woman – white – to be –

And wear – if God should count me fit –

Her blameless mystery –

A timid thing – to drop a life

Into the mystic well –

Too plummetless – that it come back –

Eternity – until –

I pondered how the bliss would look –

And would it feel as big –

When I could take it in my hand –

As hovering – seen – through fog –

And then – the size of this “small” life –

The Sages – call it small –

Swelled – like Horizons – in my breast –

And I sneered – softly – “small”!

Emily Dickinson

A Spider sewed at Night

Without a Light

Opon an Arc of White –

If Ruff it was of Dame

Or Shroud of Gnome

Him Of Immortality

His strategy

Was physiognomy -self himself inform –

Emily Dickinson

More Emily Dickinson

Her Grace is not all she has

To know if any human eyes were near
Linda Melsted - the music of the violin does not emerge alone
The Charm invests her face
A sepal, a petal and a thorn
The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman
T were blessed to have seen
There is no frigate like a book
I pay in satin cash

Emily Dickinson's White Dress & a Hunter of Lost Souls

El vestido blanco - The White Dress
Water makes many beds
The viola da gamba
But sequence ravelled out of reach
A parasol is the umbrella's daughter
Without the power to die
Lessons on the piny
Ample make this bed
How happy is the little stone

Sleep is supposed to be
The shutting of the eye
I dwell in possibility
when Sappho was a living girl
In a library
A light exists in spring
The lady dare not lift her veil
I took my power in my hand
I find my feet have further goals
I cannot dance upon my toes
The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
Red Blaze
He touched me, so I live to know
Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
Said Death to Passion
We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
It was not death for I stood alone
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone!
Ample make her bed
His caravan of red
Me-come! My dazzled face
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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