Untitled # 5
This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me-
The simple News that Nature told-
With tender Majesty
Her Message is commited
To Hands I cannot see-
For love of Her- Sweet - countrymen -
Judge tenderly - of Me
Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
posted by Kafka @ 23:02
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2 Comments:
Franz?
Not to Emily feel so lonely, I introduce her to Walt (Withman).
Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come!
Not to-day is to justify me and answer what I am for,
But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known,
Arouse! for you must justify me.
I myself but write one or two indicative words for the future,
I but advance a moment only to wheel and hurry back in the darkness,
I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then averts his face,
Leaving it to you to prove and define it,
Expecting the main things from you.
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