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The White Rose

Solitary she sits
Scratching paper with pen
Preconceiving Gilligan
with a paradoxical spin

Writing verse by verse
never leaving ‘herst
heads of horses neighing ’bout
if Faith and and science averse

My heart is not yet broke
so to the bog we go
listen to the bird-song cry
From the feathers floating by

And if I were to close
I guess I would suppose
that we should thank Miss Dickinson
And not just for her prose

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Caleb Shultz

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fame as a bee.
it has a song
it has a sting
ah, too, it has a
wing

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To Emily
from Jordan

I loved Fame as a bee.
by the way I say
all of your poetry
should have bin published.
but every one knows
that your the
best.

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the bees buzz louder,
the trees grow taller,
the flowers smell sweeter
when you see the
world like Emily.
the wind carries your
poems from your heart
to ours, and there
they shall stay forevermore.

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Dear Emily,

Here’s a letter to you they
can’t erase. They can’t cut
words out of it. Burn it.
Censor it. They do that to
girls like us.

But I know you. You’re just
like me. All I can think is,
how dare they call you dark,
reclusive, morbid? You’re raw +
real. You know what’s up. And now
they’ll never erase your love.
  I’ll make sure of that.

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Abby,
Julia”

Emily Dickinson
“I need her – I must have
her, oh, give her to me!”

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DREAM HOUSES

Tree houses of the Sky, perhaps,
these homes where dreamers dwell.
Breezes blow a lucent blue
passed walls of air our hosts pass through.

And if we hear the floorboards creak
from luminescent, cold bare feet,
and if the floor itself slant up
to reach the cupboard’s Common Cup,

no reason, law, or fear dictates
that one must move or sell.
We are the framers of this House
in which our tenant dreamers dwell

Happy Birthday, Emily,
Jesse Mavro Diamond

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                      8 Nov 2019
Dear Miss Dickinson,
     Your work is as sacred to me
as the bible is to some – I consult
you regularly. I’ve been “teaching”
you for 25 years, which sometimes
feels a privilege sometimes a
profanation,
                       Your scholar —
                       Gloria (last name?)

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Dear Emily,

Your poems make me smile.

Thank you for writing a soft
sea washed around the
house.
                      Love,
                      Aro   CT    age: 7

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This is my letter to the Belle
Who never thought of Me —
The haunting Words that She
wrote down —
With tender Majesty

Her Message has transmitted
Across the Centuries —
For love of You — gentle Poet
Accept this thanks — from Me
                              -Kellie B.
                               Kansas City, MO

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Dear Emily —
     Thank you for the
words that creep —
     That sleep —
         unfurl — then
                  fly —
To live —
           and live —
And never die.

Happy Birthday from
                              SARAH T*
#PostcardsToEmily #TheWorldWritesBack

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                                                 3 December 2019
Daisy – When you wrote We both and neither prove
I was displaced –

                Between null and void,
                As if we had never been within

                This ellipsis: first and final things –
                Name, use – change, lose – 

                If anything were – given – a way there
                Is – equal if opposite – difference

                Is what is not – the two coeval come
                Become noun, brittle accretion – 

And although one atom precipitates, and one dissolves –
instantly – I remain
                                        Your reader,
                                                                   G. Darms