Herb Wolf


Dear Emily - Poem by Herb Wolf

A woman before your time;
I gaze for hours upon hours
at the vast grey sky;

distant brown rock, hard and cold
in the distance, supports a white tower,
an isolated light house.

It was as if your soul rests there
observing from afar a part of you that’s gone forever.

That is your voice,
your words remain
in the literary room.
You were a poet before your time.

Silence accompanies the roar of the ocean.
The lighthouse beckons all who care to listen.



Herb Wolf, III
Emily Dickinson
Room
Sylvia’s Hotel
Newport, Oregon
11/27/99


Comments about Dear Emily by Herb Wolf

  • Freshman - 571 Points Maya Hanson (4/4/2014 10:25:00 PM)

    I like this a lot! ! ! Nice words, keep writing! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 6, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, February 6, 2009


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