Mind Your Obstacle

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)

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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.

The Divine Emily Dickinson

I fear a Man of frugal Speech-
I fear a Silent Man-
Haranguer – I can overtake-
Or Babbler-entertain-

But He who weigheth – While the Rest-
Expend their furthest pound-
Of this Man – I am wary-
I fear that He is Grand-

Final Harvest.  Emily Dickinson.  221 (543) pg 136.