After reading some Emily Dickinson for our book club, I chose the following:
I shall know why -- when Time is over -- And I have ceased to wonder why -- Christ will explain each separate anguish In the fair schoolroom of the sky -- He will tell me what "Peter" promised -- And I -- for wonder at his woe -- I shall forget the drop of Anguish That scalds me now -- that scalds me now!I really like the reduplication in this, with the emphasis on how her torments keep recurring (either through capitalization or exclamation). Plus, the youthful rage reminds me of my teenage years.
I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never saw before Stare solid into mine And ask my Business there -- "My Business but a Life I left Was such remaining there?" I leaned upon the Awe -- I lingered with Before -- The Second like an Ocean rolled And broke against my ear -- I laughed a crumbling Laugh That I could fear a Door Who Consternation compassed And never winced before. I fitted to the Latch My Hand, with trembling care Lest back the awful Door should spring And leave me in the Floor -- Then moved my Fingers off As cautiously as Glass And held my ears, and like a Thief Fled gasping from the House --This is very Poe, but I still love this dramatization of a fear.
We introduce ourselves To Planets and to Flowers But with ourselves Have etiquettes Embarrassments And awesThis is just pure Emily defining. Big World, small emily; excepting, of course, her oafish missteps. Time to read Prozac Nation.