How did Emily do it? Sit alone
in a room for hours. No i-pod,
television or computer, e-mail
and on-line classes. Just a choice
of bed or chair - standing or sitting.
Awakening to the rustle
of tree leaves, chirp of birds,
clatter of milk wagon wheels,
the clop of horse hooves, maybe
the squeak of a pump handle. Two
questions -- Shall I write? Shall I read?
A postcard poem by my friend Carla Shafer / 7.25.09
in a room for hours. No i-pod,
television or computer, e-mail
and on-line classes. Just a choice
of bed or chair - standing or sitting.
Awakening to the rustle
of tree leaves, chirp of birds,
clatter of milk wagon wheels,
the clop of horse hooves, maybe
the squeak of a pump handle. Two
questions -- Shall I write? Shall I read?
A postcard poem by my friend Carla Shafer / 7.25.09
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I'd love to go see this place. I've been to the Alcott's place and it just brings Little Women alive.
ReplyDeleteI have not been inside the Dickinson house, though I once stalked about the yard wishfully. I have a goal to go to Amherst for a Dickinson society conference -- maybe when my children are grown!
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