Emily Dickinson (1830-1866)

In her isolation For it is there She dreams And in expressions It seems For in a lifetime We could never interpret The Civil war crimes Passionate ink spreads with mystery In a time of such history Unique is her style Her words Beguile With “Capital” punctuation For her formation And true imagery that indulges the mind Here you will find She has chosen but a way Many other poets couldn’t sway And so it wasn’t until her Death Her work gave but a breath Upon the published page In the age Of 1866 Where she was otherwise missed