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Monthly truibute #2: Emily Dickinson

anonymouslyhere
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Poetry Contest

Write a poem dedicated to Emily Dickinson using some of her own words.
This month we'll do Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poets. She's my greatest inspiration in many ways.

Rules: Either put quotations around the lines from Dickenson, or use a different font. No word limit, one entry per poet please. No prose. No collab. Since this is Dickenson use the first line as the title.

LobodeSanPedro
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"Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.

"[For] to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
We've undoubtedly shared a past together in another time.
Your eyes the burgeoning moon's conscripts.
Guiding me through the pages of another millennia.

O'er the slopes of your lobes and shoulders rest the unknown.
The peal of your skin rings gently with untold laughter.
Let my fingers brush the comb of your music box to release your song.
Like the nightingales whispering through the gossamer as we sip again.

"Forever is composed of nows.”
You tell me in my moments of reservation, afraid to hurt you.
Why are you always so sure, I ask.  
"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”



snugglebuck
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RECLUSE

Beautiful recluse
How dare you
Hide your beauty
From my eyes?

Teasing me through
Drape drawn windows
And locked doors
With verbs of love
And adverbs of passion

Wycliffe broke your heart
But he could not smother
Your burning desire

Let another lover in
Not to light a solitary
Candle flame in mourning
But to burn your body
With fornication scorching

Wild nights are not
Our luxury
They are a necessity
And all you need do
Is open your door
Wide for me

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Ahh!! Snugglebuck...love that!

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Image..original manuscript of "Wild Nights Wild Nights" by Emily Dickinson

Untitled...tribute to Miss Emily Dickinson

My Darlin Emily,
Funny Lady in still white
You retreated to soon
Took refuge in a room of words
And we were graced
By your self imposed exile
And i wonder of your dreams?

Did you Em?
Dream furious "Wild Nights, Wild Nights.."
Did you silently scream in dark
For his "Moor"
"Rowing in your Eden?"

Did you luxure in tempest's touch?
What did you know of those winds?
I pray more than breeze,
But fueling passionate power
I fear you flowered and felt
The "futile" loss of it
While you harvested "heart's port"

"Ah, the sea!"
Indeed Emily..
I prayed more than breeze
As I mapped my own seas..
I held your "compass" tight
And I was touched by you
And your many shores...


calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Sorry i didnt use first line as title doll..
The reason why that happened with her a lot is because she left most untitled..
So they would just use first line...
But sometimes that was altered...
She had 12 poems published during her lifetime..of her almost couple thousand..all changed drastically by publishers to conform to standards of the day...
Anyway. .great choice for number 2..
Dickinson somehow got misspelled in the Comp listing btw..i have done that before on mine.. And did it here at first lol

Merry Christmas!

Jade-Pandora
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The summers of Hesperides are long

The summers of Hesperides are long,

for, this is my letter to the world,
that never wrote to me...


With quick wit, and impish, did easily
dissolve into gaiety amid academy peers,

from whence would deliver me into life's
cadence so passionately, this brown wren.

Are you too deeply occupied to say if
my verse is alive?

The mind is so near itself it cannot
see distinctly, and I have none to ask.

That you will not betray me it is needless
to ask, since honor is its own pawn.


Undressed thoughts that joggle the mind.
The balm and smile to rise even higher

than true, (and) to run the course through
life's preceptor, or dare hope to be,

this young spirit of a woman, yet
unclaimed, by a nation of civil war.

And yet, the long wait to obsess, this
daughter in white, unrecognized, till comes

Death, that would believe perhaps the bur of
chestnut, with eyes of neglected sherry when

guests have all gone, thus to pacify the lack
of a mould to identify not earthly image,

but shadow, to claim what eternal brilliance
would nay arrive till winter of passing has

long rendered, silent & still, of pen & quill,
the breath of wind against the breadth of

window pane that overlooks a village
going by, keeping in and letting out,

for had I a pleasure you had not,
I could delight to bring it.



©2016 Jade-Pandora

Dedicated to Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), with lines in italics that indicate her actual words either from letter or verse.  I use archaic style throughout the piece.

Unpublished in her lifetime, unknown at her death. Dickinson wrote in all, seventeen hundred and seventy-five poems, of which only seven were published in her lifetime, all anonymously.  A few select of her poems, were published in 1890, 1891, and 1896. More were published in 1914, and again in the 1920's, when their place in literature was at last recognized. Then finally, in 1950, Harvard University bought all available manuscripts and publishing rights, and has since published the complete poems and letters, each in three large volumes, edited by Thomas H. Johnson; an edition that cannot be too highly recommended to those who desire to explore further her life and work.  Scholars who wish to examine the exact original text should consult these three volumes.

LillyoftheValley
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THE OUTLET.

"My river runs to thee:
Blue sea, wilt welcome me?
My river waits reply.
Oh sea, look graciously!
I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks, —
Say, sea, Take me!"

Licking my face, this stranger owns my feet.

Apostle, my match please burn me.
My breath, it fuels him.

To force his love to accede--just swim.


calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
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Jade-Pandora said:The summers of Hesperides are long

"The summers of Hesperides are long"

For, "this is my letter to the world, that
never wrote to me..."

With quick wit, and impish, would easily
dissolve into gaiety amid her academy peers,

from whence would deliver Emily into life's
cadence so passionately, this brown wren.

"Are you too deeply occupied to say if
my verse is alive?

The mind is so near itself it cannot
see distinctly, and I have none to ask.

That you will not betray me it is needless
to ask, since honor is its own pawn."

Undressed thoughts that joggle the mind.
The balm and smile to rise even higher

than true, (and) to run the course through
life's preceptor, or dare to hope to be,

this young spirit of a woman, yet
unclaimed, by a nation in civil war.

And yet the long wait to obsess, this
daughter in white, unrecognized, till comes

Death, that would believe perhaps the bur of
chestnut, with eyes of neglected sherry when

guests have all gone, thus to pacify the lack
of a mould to identify not earthly image,

but shadow, to claim what eternal brilliance
would nay arrive till winter of passing has

long rendered, silent & still, of pen & quill,
the breath of wind against the breadth of

window pane that overlooks a village
going by, keeping in and letting out, for—

"Had I a pleasure you had not, I could delight
to bring it."


©2016 Jade-Pandora

Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Unpublished in her lifetime, unknown at her death. Dickinson wrote in all, seventeen hundred and seventy-five poems, of which only seven were published in her lifetime, all anonymously.  A few select of her poems, were published in 1890, 1891, and 1896. More were published in 1914, and again in the 1920's.  Then finally, in 1950, Harvard University bought all available manuscripts and publishing rights, and has since published the complete poems and letters, each in three large volumes, edited by Thomas H. Johnson; an edition that cannot be too highly recommended to those who desire to explore further her life and work.  Scholars who wish to examine the exact original text should consult these three volumes.


Actually 12...but who's countin

Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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calamitygin said:

Actually 12...but who's countin


Hello!
Well all that writing at the end of the piece I took directly from a book that came out in 1959 so I put all that in for the benefit of others passing through who perhaps knew nothing about Dickinson. I really liked seeing the picture of one her actual manuscript writings.  The way I had read about what her handwriting was like matched up perfectly with the image you included!

BoFantastic
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Sacrifice at Sunset

The noose hangs in
the corn fields--
Standing on the stool my
head hugging the hole--
my sacrifice--
will scare the crows--
I am a feast for flies--
my sunset--
will be Death's sunrise.

I hang in the
corn fields--
scaring the thieves--
nothing is free--
everything depends on something
else--
without this stool--
and this noose--
there would be robbery.





MadameLavender
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Birds, Like Omens


“A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.”

(Emily Dickinson,from “A Bird Came Down The Walk”)



Isn’t that what Death will do,
deciding not to hem and haw,
fold its wings ‘round me and you,
and pick our kidneys, raw?

But our entrails, Mistress Emily,
are splayed upon the farmers’ fields,
bleeding out our poetry
until the husks of life, congeal.

Fret ‘ye not, by what was seen,
the swallows shall eat us all;
turn skin to ash and pick bones clean,
when life’s end comes to call.

But lest your sorrows cast you down,
remember that it was God’s will
that you be left a wordsmith’s crown
and I await mine, still.

lanooz
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Simple Question

You asked a simple question,
"Why do I love you sir?"
because-

"The Wind does not require the Grass to answer"

and here I was deep thinking of the simplicity
of life but "she cannot keep her place"
like the wild wind she needs to roam freely
and understand if I am truly the man for her
"and we know not— Enough for us
the wisdom it be so—"

Sleeping on the middle fields of tranquility
asking God if destiny has a part in us
"because he knows it cannot speak—
And reasons not contained—"
Why nap next to lions and tigers
because-

"The Lightning—never asked an eye
wherefore it shut—"
Why must you doubt our love?
You were meant for no one but I
" therefore—then—
I love thee—"

anonymouslyhere
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I would like to thank each of you for entering. It was brutal choosing between Jade and Madamlavender. I went with Jade, congratulations! And also to the runners up. I thank everyone for entering.

LobodeSanPedro
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Those ladies are great choices! - they embody what this writing community is all about.

Thank you -  anonymouslyhere - for providing a springboard for one of my favorite poets ... It's the second time I've been able to pen a piece for Ms. Dickinson and I'm sure it won't be my last.

http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/119409-southern-symphony/




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