Poem of the week Under the Light, yet under by Emily Dickinson
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Like so many of her great poems, this almost-riddle combines a childlike simplicity with great complexity
Under the Light, yet under
Under the Light, yet under,Under the Grass and the Dirt,Under the Beetle’s CellarUnder the Clover’s Root,Further than Arm could stretchWere it Giant long,Further than Sunshine couldWere the Day Year long,Over the Light, yet over,Over the Arc of the Bird —Over the Comet’s chimney —Over the Cubit’s Head,Further than Guess can gallopFurther than Riddle ride —Oh for a Disc to the DistanceBetween Ourselves and the Dead! Continue reading...
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