Ode To Em
On this day in 1830
A lady poet renowned (well later)
Was born (had been borne prior for months, per her Mom)
I know not if she found wiccan’s fun
Not this wordsmith, Dickinson.
There n’er was poet ever better
She had a way with every letter.
(Except “X”, she wasn’t as facile with “X”)
It’s not known whether she had
I know not if she wore clothes homespun
Doubtful…Amherst Dickinson.
“Faith is a fine invention”
“Wild nights” a fierce intention
“I’m nobody” the morning after
“Success is counted sweetest” though
“by those who n’er succeed”
(Well, if she is to be believed)
Did she ever “stop a heart from breaking”?
Doubt it, still, she “did not live in vain”.
She gave us words of poetry
This poet 'thout peer, this Em’ly, Dreamer Dickinson.
~Michael Kroth,
penned in whimsy,
yet with high respect for the "Poet of Paradox",
born this day in 1830.