CB (May 3,1962 / United States)

To Emily Dickinson

Emily, your words breathe fire.
From simple words to grand designs-
Heaven drops, sweet nectar.
I propose a promise
To wear your words there
In a secret crevice
Where the Holly springs.

Weakly worn, slovenly tied.
I hold out my tattered offering
To fill the tired places
In both you and I.
Who knows, perhaps,
I'll meet you there
At that place where
Poets retire.

by Charlotte Ballard

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Comments (7)

Enjoyed reading. Thanks. My favourite poet!
This is truly intriguing...
I think this poem does Emily proud. A wonderful tribute to a wonderful poet. Hugs Anna xxx
a beautifully written tribute to one of my very favourit poets. Thank you.
ED is one of my favourite poets too. i really like your style Charlotte.
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