Tuesday, 6 July 2021

SAPPHIST POEM READING

 


What a well-read coven we formed last night, under the Moon and over the Sun. We read some delicious poems and talked of no less delicious prose, curiously enough some written by men, not women. I chose one that reminds me a lot of myself—I had to go for the 1800s, I am a total donkey when it comes to the classics, I am afraid. Something to improve in the future!

There it goes:


They shut me up in Prose – 

BY EMILY DICKINSON



They shut me up in Prose –

As when a little Girl

They put me in the Closet –

Because they liked me “still”   –


Still! Could themself have peeped –

And seen my Brain – go round –

They might as wise have lodged a Bird

For Treason – in the Pound –


Himself has but to will

And easy as a Star

Look down upon Captivity –

And laugh – No more have I –

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