by phillipw | Feb 22, 2019 | DI
When Emily abandoned schoolwork, she Assumed the baking in her family home. She turned away from the formality Of thinking of philosophers. Her dome Became the kitchen ceiling. Still, the view Outside that house took in the graveyard stones Of Amherst death. At...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2019 | Uncategorized
Thomas Wentworth Higginson reported Dickinson’s comments about sweets in a letter to his wife: “‘People must have puddings’ this [was said] very dreamily, as if they were comets—so she makes them” (L342a) http://www.emilydickinsonmuseum.org/book/export/html/44 Once...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2019 | TI
From giant, bulging cylinders the fans Sprayed out the fog to kill mosquitoes. How They acted I don’t know. Cancelled their banns? Abandoned buggy fucking? Stuttered, “Ow!”? I wonder if the city fathers were Opposed to free flight sex on buzzing wings. Were men...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2019 | DI
‘Dickinson was troubled from a young age by the “deepening menace” of death, especially the deaths of those who were close to her. When Sophia Holland, her second cousin and a close friend, grew ill from typhus and died in April 1844, Emily was...
by phillipw | Feb 15, 2019 | OL
The sprint, the one event, the only race Was solemn, sacred, holy. Gods leaned down And over clouds to watch a handsome face Push forward to deserve the victor’s crown. No one, except those gods perhaps, could know Just how momentous was this triumph, for It led to...
