The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 11/13/06)

[RetroLounge]

Reading Late

The Heart wants what it wants— or else it does not care—
---—Emily Dickinson

So still. Not a cricket. In this heat
the trees around the house hold motionless
even at midnight. I trundle the electric fan,
little pool of wind, along with me
from room to room, and imagine Emily Dickinson
carrying a candle that defines her sphere
into a part of the house where she won't hear
her sister Vinnie start to snore.
Just now, while you're gone, I wouldn't
have to be reading her,
who closed herself in with her wild need
and the deprivation by which she meant
to know, wholly, her desire. No one ever
will figure out how much it was a wish
for someone in particular—Reverend Wadsworth,
maybe, her deep-voiced "Dusk Gem"—
and how much it was a longing that had no object
but oblivion, which allows no interruption.

Debra Nystrom

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RL

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[CaliforniaPeggy]

1. Good morning, my dear Retro!

Ah, such a subtle and lovely poem!

This part especially speaks to me today:

...who closed herself in with her wild need
and the deprivation by which she meant
to know, wholly, her desire....

I have felt this, and been there, myself......Good to see I'm not the only one.

Thank you..........:hug:

[RetroLounge]

3. ...

:hug:

RL

[reyd reid reed]

2. *sigh*

I love that...especially the last two lines. It really hit home.

Thank you.

:hug:

[RetroLounge]

4. Welcome

:hug:

RL