Posted by Beckett on October 22, 2014, at 23:07:42
In reply to Why I love Emily Dickinson, posted by Phil on October 19, 2014, at 18:04:05
This is not one of my favorite poems by this poet, but it is one of the few I found online. I love her poetry.
>A Reason
BY BARBARA GUEST
That is why I am here
not among the ibises. Why
the permanent city parasol
covers even me.It was the rains
in the occult season. It was the snows
on the lower slopes. It was water
and cold in my mouth.A lack of shoes
on what appeared to be cobbles
which were still antiqueWell wild wild whatever
in wild more silent blue
the vase grips the stems
petals fall the chrysanthemum darkensSometimes this mustard feeling
clutches me also. My sleep is reckoned
in strawsYet I wake up
and am followed into the street.
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