After Hours For Emily Dickinson
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This Poem came to me after reading about her tumultuous life...Her solitude became our peace..
After the final checkout-
After the library's final close-
Forever is too long- for a poets repose-
Go ye there, Emily-
In this line -And not that one-
Not with regular mortals-
Inclined to caskets or crypts to die-
Yet abscond ye there-
Through a clandestine portal-
And forever- on library shelves lie-
And one minute- before the library opens-
May ye creep ‘cross the library floor-
Then right turn and left turn-
Along those corridors-
And return ye then- that borrowed pen-
Then sleep on those shelves again-
Copyright © Michael Ellis | Year Posted 2016
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