Saluting Emily Dickinson
One and a quarter century ago,
You left without revealing your treasure
Of poetry written in seclusion,
Meant for your eyes only and your pleasure.
How surprised you would be dear Emily
That through all of these years, they have survived
And enchanted tens of thousands readers,
Who hope our own words might be so long-lived.
Modest and reclusive, you couldn’t know
How wide and how far-flung your fame would spread.
Your note-book held such precious jewels that
In this modern age, they’re still being read.
Inspired am I as I turn loved pages
Of poetry lasting through the ages.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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