Going to heaven!I don't know when,Pray do not ask me how,--Indeed, I'm too astonishedTo think of answering you!Going to heaven!--How dim it sounds!And yet it will be doneAs sure as flocks go home by nightUnto the shepherd's arm!
Perhaps you're going too!Who knows?If you should get there first,Save just a little place for meClose to the two I lost!The smallest "robe" will fit me,And just a bit of "crown";For you know we do not mind our dressWhen we are going home.
I'm glad I don't believe it,For it would stop my breath,And I'd like to look a little moreAt such a curious earth!I am glad they did believe itWhom I have never foundSince the mighty autumn afternoonI left them in the ground.
― difficult listening hour, Tuesday, 16 May 2017 03:01 (seven years ago) link
magnificent and terrifying
― Treeship, Tuesday, 16 May 2017 03:03 (seven years ago) link
Watch the movie.
― the Rain Man of nationalism. (Alfred, Lord Sotosyn), Tuesday, 16 May 2017 03:04 (seven years ago) link
terrifying
1862:
You cannot put a Fire out --A Thing that can igniteCan go, itself, without a Fan --Upon the slowest Night --
You cannot fold a Flood --And put it in a Drawer --Because the Winds would find it out --And tell your Cedar Floor --
― difficult listening hour, Tuesday, 16 May 2017 06:11 (seven years ago) link
I many times thought Peace had comeWhen Peace was far away --As Wrecked Men -- deem they sight the Land --At Centre of the Sea --
And struggle slacker -- but to proveAs hopelessly as I --How many the fictitious Shores --Before the Harbor be --
― difficult listening hour, Tuesday, 16 May 2017 06:14 (seven years ago) link
Love those Dickinson poems. I don't think Whitman poems work so well in small doses. I guess I think Dickinson might be the better poet, but Whitman means more to me personally. I remember being on summer break during college, staying with my grandparents, not knowing many people my own age in the area, and Whitman was kind of like a companion to me. It's hokey as hell, but I used to sometimes sit out in the woods behind their house with "Leaves of Grass". Dickinson's poems are like finely-cut gems, whereas Whitman's are like big woolly sweaters. No doubt there's a lot of hocus pocus in Whitman, something I'm sure Dickinson's austere gimlet eye could have skewered deftly, but it's deeply comforting hocus pocus nonetheless.
― o. nate, Friday, 19 May 2017 00:44 (seven years ago) link
i like it when she's ambitious:
Such are the inlets of the mind—-His outlets-— would you seeAscend with me the eminenceOf immortality—-
(tho prayerful as ever)
I don't think Whitman poems work so well in small doses.
dickinson does suffer in large ones i think, she can drive u crazy circling her obsessions (like the gnats around the porch light in lolita: "continuously darning the air in one spot") not to mention that one rhythm she likes so much that's practically a personal haiku.
that fire/flood/winds/floor one i posted upthread still gives me chills tho: all four elements, in conspiracy. sometimes she reminds me of the log lady
― difficult listening hour, Saturday, 30 September 2017 02:04 (six years ago) link
i seem to have invented a new kind of dash, above. the circle is now complete. ascend w me the eminence
― difficult listening hour, Saturday, 30 September 2017 02:05 (six years ago) link
This is Emily. Emily stays inside.She reads. She writes poetry. She writes letters. She bakes. She does a bit of bird watching. Then she writes some more.Emily is safe from COVID-19.Be like Emily. pic.twitter.com/4Weuc9puug— Mathieu Duplay 🌈 🇪🇺 (@mathieu_duplay) March 16, 2020
― xyzzzz__, Tuesday, 17 March 2020 08:51 (four years ago) link
Dickinson's poems are like finely-cut gems, whereas Whitman's are like big woolly sweaters. No doubt there's a lot of hocus pocus in Whitman, something I'm sure Dickinson's austere gimlet eye could have skewered deftly, but it's deeply comforting hocus pocus nonetheless.― o. nate, Thursday, May 18, 2017 8:44 PM (four years ago) bookmarkflaglink
― o. nate, Thursday, May 18, 2017 8:44 PM (four years ago) bookmarkflaglink
this is why i like whitman -- he celebrates mess. one of my students today said that whitman would get cancelled if he was alive today. he was too open and seemed to lack a filter, in their view.
― treeship., Thursday, 10 March 2022 01:54 (two years ago) link