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Sitting with $#%@inson
by Joe CramerShe sits with me in quiet room
Hands folded neatly, primly
In her lap, so sweetly.
She smiles, lifting any gloom.
"I'm nobody" states she,
"Who are you?" she inquires.
I am lost in my readings of
The enormous volume of your work
I stutter, I stammer.
She smiles shyly
And succinctly states
With a slight lisp whispering,
"Publication is the auction
Of the mind of man."
Are you such a man?
I forever remain
Sitting with Dickinson. 06/30/2008 Author's Note: It was the reading of Dickinson around 1969 that started me on this poetic journey... my tribute to her, I too, have no plans to ever publish....
Posted on 06/30/2008
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