A Little Something To Do With Emily Dickinson, by Marsha Campbell

A LITTLE SOMETHING TO DO WITH EMILY DICKINSON

In the mountain

drifts

the firmament
before it

explodes. Damn.

If you
think

you can.You

think you can. You
think you can.

You

think

you
And

baron-i-al mansions

blind us
ahead.

Come visit us this summer.

Bring
Tell

your vision

with (an)

inch
of your

breath.

So

I

died

last

night

she said.

She

said

I

died.

(Mo-

ment ' s

breath.)

(Snow-

flake on

glass.)

Then

go

tell

some-

one.

Go.

Tell.

What goes on.

In Zone A we are life

from limb. We hear

birds be-low.

Yel-

low fingers of

sun

reach up.

God carries on downstairs.

When

we were bright

he dwelt where we are.

Some

fear

we

had.

Though

he

spoke

not.

And

never

him

we saw.

I had some fear

and

could

not

speak

of what.

Don't tell.

On

second

thought

don't tell--The air

is

green

up

here.

Marsha Campbell

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