An Ode -- To Emily Dickinson
An Ode to Emily Dickinson
by Frank Daub
Whatever did you ask for?
Whatever,
for your heart, your soul.
You clothed yourself in disbelief,
You denied your innate beauty.
Superficial measures formed your grief –
Strength nourished your duty
To celebrate the universe.
Your isolated loneliness made bitterness
Sweet.
Lonely observer of humanity’s soul –
You were.
Lonely and humble – in your eyes.
Yet,
There was a holiness in your love.
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