Miss Dickinson And I Poem by james watkin

Miss Dickinson And I



Soul to poetic soul we touch
Merging room with terror-drawn room.
Dying of Time's inadequacy
This wider arc of sympathy
Procures its own bride and groom. *

Shedding the awe-gilded tears I
Wear your beauteous life-vision.
Darkened over of faithless earth
Senses to which you gave your worth
Are re-lit through my devotion.

* fellow-feeling; across the centuries

Monday, December 30, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: dedication,friendship
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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