288 (c. 1861)

288 (c. 1861)

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you - Nobody - Too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know!

How dreary - to be - Somebody!
How public - like a Frog -
To tell one's name - the livelong June -
To an admiring Bog!

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -

sincerely, dope

When I look up a new author, I always try to analyze their surnames to imagine what kind of people their ancestors were. There were probably great men at the start of Stephen King's lineage. And Bloom's great-great-grandparents must have had a really flourishing family. But I have to say that I don't know what to think here.

Its basically "Richard's son". Got a good laugh out of your post though.

She sweeps with many-colored Brooms --
And leaves the Shreds behind --
Oh Housewife in the Evening West --
Come back, and dust the Pond!

You dropped a Purple Ravelling in --
You dropped an Amber thread --
And now you've littered all the East
With Duds of Emerald!

And still, she plies her spotted Brooms,
And still the Aprons fly,
Till Brooms fade softly into stars --
And then I come away --
>c. 1861

hah take that june living in fucking hong kong because you're a shitty sculptor and a worse writer

The Spider as an Artist
Has never been employed—
Though his surpassing Merit
Is freely certified

By every Broom and Bridget
Throughout a Christian Land—
Neglected Son of Genius
I take thee by the Hand—

This bitch was experiencing reality on another level

Reddit

one of us.

what a talent

Even the best critical writing on Emily Dickinson underestimates her. She is frightening. To come to her directly from Dante, Spenser, Blake, and Baudelaire is to find her sadomasochism obvious and flagrant. Birds, bees, and amputated hands are the dizzy stuff of this poetry. Dickinson is like the homosexual cultist draping himself in black leather and chains to bring the idea of masculinity into aggressive visibility.

Paglia?

I made this joke back in 2006 or so. Ah how time flies.

yeah

The Day undressed -- Herself --
Her Garter -- was of Gold --
Her Petticoat -- of Purple Plain --
Her Dimities -- as old

Exactly -- as the World --
And yet the newest Star
Enrolled upon the Hemisphere
Be wrinkled -- much as Her --

Too near to God -- to pray --
Too near to Heaven -- to fear --
The Lady of the Occident
Retired without a care --

Her candle so expire
The flickering be seen
On Ball of Mast in Bosporus --
And Dome -- and Window Pane --
>c. 1862

she is transcendent

nice powerpoint slide

This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond --
Invisible, as Music --
But positive, as Sound --
It beckons, and it baffles --
Philosophy -- don't know --
And through a Riddle, at the last --
Sagacity, must go --
To guess it, puzzles scholars --
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown --
Faith slips -- and laughs, and rallies --
Blushes, if any see --
Plucks at a twig of Evidence --
And asks a Vane, the way --
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit --
Strong Hallelujahs roll --
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul --
>c. 1862

>r9k the poet is a woman
Isn't it amazing?

haha dick in son

This is my favorite by her. It literally feels this way when you start the process of changing a core belief. So scary, so seemingly endless. Absolutely brilliant

Yeah lets meet up in Toronto this Saturday. Bring Ulysses, we will be going over chapter 1.

>find a nice dickinson collection I want
>dashes have been edited out

Califag man. Sounds fun tho, Im a little bummed I cant go desu. Looking for literature friends

>*tips fedora*