Status Updates From The Pocket Emily Dickinson ...

"Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple Host
Who the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory

As he defeated—dying—
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!" — c. 1859

"I never lost as much but twice,
And that was in the sod.
Twice have I stood a beggar
Before the door of God!

Angels—twice descending
Reimbursed my store—
Burglar! Banker — Father!
I am poor once more!" — c. 1858

I am not rereading this bc I want to, I’m rereading it bc I didn’t pay attention the first time. I am the consequences of my own actions.

I hate poetry!!!

The poem starting with “I cannot live with You” is full of longing and the mention of the subject serving Heaven allows me to see why some hypothesize Dickinson might have been in love with a priest.

Leer poesía en inglés es más difícil de lo que pensé🫠