Poem

Lately I have been addicted to Emily Dickinson's poems, it all really started with my wonderfully brilliant cousin asking me around Christmas time if I had a favorite poet. Poetry, me? I laughed, as a matter of fact I use to tell everyone I was anti-poem growing up. I knew all these people that would try to be deep and profound and write this emotional dribble that to me sounded yawn worthy. Maybe I was a bit haughty....
The other day I was in the library with the boys. T-Rex (Trevor) was being his normal out of control self. Running away, laughing, and climbing the tables and conquering them. I had had about enough and was going to check out, but I hadn't found something for myself to read. With Trevor in potato sack hold kicking and screaming and Paul trailing behind babbling on about the latest spider book we had just found I made my way to the adult section pretty much disturbing everyone, knowing I really should just give up and try and make it here without the kids and really was I ever going to have time to read a book? There on display was a bunch of poetry books, I grabbed the closest one, Emily Dickinson, and was on my way. And there began my love.

And here is one for all...

This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond --
Invisible, as Music --
But positive, as Sound --
It beckons, and it baffles --
Philosophy -- don't know --
And through a Riddle, at the last --
Sagacity, must go --
To guess it, puzzles scholars --
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown --
Faith slips -- and laughs, and rallies --
Blushes, if any see --
Plucks at a twig of Evidence --
And asks a Vane, the way --
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit --
Strong Hallelujahs roll --
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul --





***By the way leaving a poetry book around for some reason impresses people***