My Emily Dickson Encomium Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

My Emily Dickson Encomium

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SiR: the context is in the tone...
this train has that... a big... mEATy... ENGINE...
a 'fierce-throated beauty! ' and that can pull through
mordant trials, up tracks that contend sacred cast, and
with a string o' cars n' coaches, myriad in nature.

i...

i like to see it lap the miles
and lick the valleys up
and stop to feed itself at tanks,
and then - prodigious - step
around a pile of mountains,
and supercilious peer
in shanties, by the sides of roads.
And then, a quarry pare
to fit its ribs
and crawl between
complaining all the while
in horrid - hooting stanza -
then...
chase itself down hill
and neigheee like Boanerges.
And prompter than a Star
STOP! docile... omnipotent...
at it's own stable door.

THIS train is long - true - but
full of a mystical candy,
exclusive portions too sweet
to taste, for the negligible palates, o'...
mere... mortal... men....

._.

Sunday, August 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Denis Mair 05 October 2015

Very cool. The language has roll and charm. Seeing action as attitude takes you to the heart of things.

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Chinedu Dike 06 September 2014

I don't quite follow, please add author's note. Thanks for sharing.

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Professor Plum 31 August 2014

The Cobbler: she might not like you but she'd love the poem. just like I do cool! (Report)

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