What I have been reading (and writing)

English 362 - American Literature from 1865-1914

Today we read some Dickenson. Poems number 5, 28, 39, 48, 637, and 1425. Check them out if you are interested. Then I wrote this shabby piece.

In Dickenson’s water whole

My soul estranged

Breathes

—Sometimes water—

“What and if indeed

There were just such a coffin

In the heart instead?”

Don’t die, little bird, I cry

For there is no coffin in my heart

So if you die, there will be no place

To put you. It will be empty

And I will be treading

For shore, as you fly

Fly, fly

Your melodies

you once gave to me, but no

they’re thine

First piece of poetry on the blog. No judging. Just sappy-should-be-studying-too-many-people-in-the-library type of poetry.