Status Updates From Open Me Carefully: Emily Di...

Susan knows
she is a Siren—
and that at a
word from her,
Emily would
forfeit Righteousness—
Please excuse
the grossness
of this Morning—
I was for a
moment disarmed—
This is the
World that opens
and shuts, like
the Eye of the
Wax Doll—

[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god god god god god god god god god !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

I must wait
a few Days
before seeing
you - You are
too momentous.
But remember
it is idolatry,
not indifference.
[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

You never made a peer for that verse, and I guess you[r] kingdom doesn’t hold one—I always go to the fire and get warm after thinking of it, but I never can again

Distance is until thyself, Beloved [!!!!!!!!!]

So busy missing you I have not tasted Spring. Should there be other Aprils we will perhaps dine

The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon –
And smites the Tinder in the Sun –
And hinders Gabriel's Wing –


"With me?" I said, "With me?"
I showed her secrets
Morning's nest,
The rope that Nights were put across–


There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me—
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections—be—

Her heart is fit for home-
I - a Sparrow - build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

Yet take her from the lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence—Home—

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers -
Untouched by Morning -
and untouched by noon -

like some old fashioned miracle
When Summertime is done,
Seems Summer's recollection
And the affairs of June.

dare I touch the coincidence

March is the month of expectation

for none see god and live

remembering the dimensions of possibility

garnet to garnet

If a nightingale sings with her breast against a thorn, why not we

A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown –
Who ponders this tremendous scene –
This whole Experiment of Green –
As if it were his own!

My faith that Dark adores—
Which from its solemn abbeys
Such resurrection pours.

You see they come to their own and their own do not receive them. "Power and honor" are here today, and "dominion and glory"! I shall never tell!

The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

Heaven beguiles the tired

Heaven to us, if true

T'were easier to die—
Than tell—

A light for her, did solemn glow

EVERYONE GET MORE EARNEST NOW

Oh, Susie, it is dangerous, and it is all too dear, these simple trusting spirits, and the spirits mightier, which we cannot resist! It does so rend me, Susie, the thought of it when it comes, that I tremble lest at sometime I, too, am yielded up.

I rejoice in all your Joy

I am so glad dear Susie- that our hearts are always clean, and always neat and lovely, so not to be ashamed

I don't know how I shall bear it, when the gentle spring comes; if she should come and see me and talk to me of you, Oh it would surely kill me

I presume nobody heard me, because I sang so small, but it was a kind of comfort to think I put them out, singing of you

So sad to think that these are real people.