Tuesday, December 19, 2006


(for Emily Dickinson's birthday, December 19, 1830)

It seems so long since I had heard
Your quiet voice -- a gifted Bird --
It hid in me and its Song
Pulsed aloud -- a preacher's tongue --
Assuming sought Reward.

And so you see I do accept
Your familiar, wise precept --
As aspirants to the Crown
Find footprints in the Unknown
To which their Steps adapt.

--DB, 1991

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