February 11th, 2019

alone

Poem: To die - takes only just a little while -

- Emily Dickinson


To die - takes only just a little while -
They say it doesn't hurt -
It's only fainter - by degrees -
And then - it's out of sight -

A darker Ribbon - for a Day
A Crape upon the Hat -
And then the pretty sushines comes -
And helps us to forget -

The absent - mystic - creature -
That but for love of use -
Had gone to sleep - that soundest time -
Without the weariness -



Here's a question for you--do the dashes make the poem flow better for you, or do they derail the whole thing (as they do for a friend of my who can't stand Dickinson purely because of her punctuation habits)? Or perhaps you don't really notice them at all.
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