Emily Dickinson was born 192 years ago this coming Dec. 10, in Amherst, Massachusetts. Her home, now a museum, is a stone’s throw from the town green. Bruce Henry and I got a lift past her street on May 9, 2018, on a westward “9/11 TRUTH” walk from the easternmost town on Cape Cod to the New York State line at Hancock, Massachusetts. It was the 27th day of our walk. The poem below* was emailed today from the Emily Dickinson Museum. — MCM
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We talked as Girls do –
Fond, and late –
We speculated fair, on every subject, but the Grave –
Of our’s, none affair –
We handled Destinies, as cool –
As we – Disposers – be –
And God, a Quiet Party
To our authority –
But fondest, dwelt opon Ourself
As we eventual – be –
When Girls, to Women, softly raised
We – occupy – Degree –
We parted with a contract
To cherish, and to write
But Heaven made both, impossible
Before another night.
Fr392
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* The poem was sent out in four separate quatrains, but for whatever reason I could not present it that way.