Entirely for me --
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections -- be --
The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new --
The time was scarce profaned, by speech --
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe -- of our Lord --
Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this -- time --
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.
The Hours slid fast -- as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands --
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands --
And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix --
We gave no other Bond --
Sufficient troth, that we shall rise --
Deposed -- at length, the Grave --
To that new Marriage,
Justified -- through Calvaries of Love --
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...my thanks to the incomparable Michael Thomson for this.
-anthony
There is a lot of spiritual depth in Emily Dickinson's words. I think she was struggling to hang on to faith during a tumultuous era and faith ultimately had the final say. I'm an author who just published a middle school/ya fiction novel where a grieving teenager begins to receive poetry from Dickinson, poetry to rekindle faith during doubt
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