MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

On A Journey

Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in secret
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand.

Don't be downcast, the time will soon come
When we can have rest. Our small crosses will stand
On the bright edge of the road together,
And rain fall, and snow fall,
And the winds come and go.

Translated by James Wright

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Comments (3)

Composed with finesse and skill. Sounds like a perfect description of how many critics must have first reacted to Ms. Dickinson's eccentric punctuation and succint, tightly-woven images. She never fails to startle me. Bravo.
I warned her, Mikey baby - I warned her...
The lad is prolific in his attack on Emily Dickinson, isn't he? At times he condescends and smugly advises his better in letters to consider his well-wrought advice on how to write longer and drearier verse punctuated by question marks! If he had the ability of Eliza with her BA with honors, he might be on the same plane as her creator, though I doubt it very much.