Monday was my mom's birthday and happens to also be Libby's half birthday. So it is always a fun day. Libby and I ran into a poem by Emily Dickinson during her language lesson and looked her up only to discover it was her birthday as well on December 10th. I have a book of a collection of poems by her and Libby and I enjoyed reading a little bit of it and talking about her unconventional use of capital letters and punctuation. (We also expanded her vocabulary with words like recluse and introverted!)
I remembered that I did a drawing based on a poem by her I enjoyed reading over 10 years ago. I found the drawing and read the poem with Libby. She and I talked a bit about what it might mean. I was reminded that I used have the time and brain energy to analyze things and sit in silence thinking about stuff. And make drawings about vague poems.
I asked Libby to write a poem of her own. It was beautiful. So here they both are. Emily Elizabeth Dickinson's first and Elizabeth June Alley's second. Enjoy.
I felt a funeral in my brain,
And mourners, to and fro,
Kept treading, treading, till it seemed
That sense was breaking through.
And when they all were seated,
A service like a drum
Kept beating, beating, till I thought
My mind was going numb
And then I heard them lift a box,
And creak across my soul
With those same boots of lead, again.
Then space began to toll
As all the heavens were a bell,
And Being but an ear,
And I and silence some strange race,
Wrecked, solitary, here.
I Love some cake, I Love some cheese,
I Love a baby boy with ease.
I Love the sun, I Love the air,
I Love an apple and a pear.
I Love Na-Na and Pop-Pop;
My Love will never, ever stop!