Day 13 Stealing Emily

All the ideas and some of the words are Emily’s. I arranged them and took advantage of her style signature. As a poet I am ever in her debt.

                    1776

I wished to tell you what I’d stol’n—

Majuscules and Bone
Woods—loud with bees’ eternities
And Riddles in the skies

Wind—I took with Draughts
of Mind and ordinary Weather
There was no Stay to all my Thefts
The Heart—a Wilderness

Snakes and Robins transcended
Time—in nine Immortal Movements
A Universe in Filament
of Light for its Circumference