A Poem by Emily Dickinson.
The Missing All – Prevented Me
From missing minor Things.
If nothing larger than a World’s
Departure from a Hinge-
Or Sun’s extinction, be observed-
‘Twas not so large that I
Could lift my Forehead from my work
For Curiosity.
Final Harvest, Emily Dickinson. Page 228, (985)
I especially enjoy Emily’s use of punctuation as she saw fit. Fitting her needs of expression. I don’t ask why she capitalized some and not others in a judgmental manner. As I was judged recently on a poem I wrote. No. I ask why because I’m pushed internally to know more and better learn her state of mind. Why judge an artist when it’s their creativity that drew your eyes to begin with.
Emily is a master. She was then also. It wasn’t Emily’s fault it took decades for understanding to catch up.
Cheers. Post written by -M. Taggart.
https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/category/poem/
mtaggartwriter 
I like the heading
Mind your obstacle
Emily I will have to read a few more times
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Good morning and thank you Sheldon.
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Amen!
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As you say. 🙂 When it comes to the greats, it’s up to us to catch up. 🙂 Awesome commentary, Matt!!
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Thanks, Blaine. I was lucky enough to live only a few miles from Emily’s residence for a number of years. In a way, I’ve always felt her presence.
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Wow, that has to have been amazing when it comes to inspiration. I just saw a blog post yesterday by someone who has done a wonderful job in giving a virtual tour of Emily’s home place museum. So wish I could see it in person. I’ve started reading all of her works. The story behind her preserved fascicles is amazing all in its own. I also bought a book containing transcriptions of all of her written letters. I get lost in the words when I read any of her works. I will look at your poetry in an even newer light now that I know her poetry has been one of your influences.
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