Saturday, June 16, 2012

1 from THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF EMILY DICKINSON


I’ve run to welcome—Absence—
To greet—a closing Door—
And hurried after Echoes—Footsteps—
Still recede before—

A Mountain or a Desert—
Were easier—to arrest—
Than embrace a flickering—Shadow—
As it vanishes—

To try—to apprehend—a Phantom
Requires exhausting Toil—
Nature abhors a Vacuum—I’ll
Avoid a Void—