grasping Emily

her poems

pierce us 

to our core..

we must surrender

to her choice

of words..

a wrong word

she despairs

 to malaria compares..

perhaps a way inside

enter her two doors..

watch these

switch and intertwine..

heaven/hell

soul/society

light/slant

morning/night..

find ourselves on the  /

 still..
as we wrestle
are we grasping for an
 Emily Ungraspable..?

(preparing for an
Emily Dickinson
discussion..)