Caio Meira

Rookie (06/24/1966 / Goiânia - Brazil)

But Emily Dickinson - Poem by Caio Meira

seated between bees and thought, she dreams the light leaning in the roofs and windows, wandering by green-trees, yellow-golds, the postcards spreading in her lap the edges and emanations in the hours where she wonders,

I think her hand without rings, her silk nightgowns, her inks, all the oceans she didn’t see, the parties she didn’t go, her massive and entire silence frightening the neighbors, her sonorous reclusion between books,

when she goes to bed, when she wakes up for no reason in the middle of the night, when she eats biscuits with milk, her phrases didn’t drink toasts, laughters, commends, I think her butt, yes, emily dickinson's white butt

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 2, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, August 21, 2006


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