Emily Takes the Stage
The Day that I was
crowned
Was like the other Days --
Until the Coronation came --
And then -- 'twas Otherwise --
Was like the other Days --
Until the Coronation came --
And then -- 'twas Otherwise --
Like the Beach Blanket
Babylon
lady who carries a city
on her head,
some women walk to the
soul’s well,
balancing with both hands
the water
for their thirsty
village,
but you balanced on your
slender neck
a galaxy-wide diadem.
It dropped jewels
everywhere,
in field and town, in
school and parlor,
in letter and note.
Children, maids,
and innocents pounced on
those green, glinting
stones.
Unlike the Babylon lady,
you didn’t need props
to hold up your crown.
You only needed to
lighten it
by strewing and sewing
into packets
your wit and gems.
1 comment:
You know a good poem, right?
It has what it has to have.
Facility, mainly, a throw-away quality,
that sort of thing.
The Dickinson thingumabob.
There can’t be the slightest sign of effort.
So that I say, hey, this makes not the slightest effort.
Do whatever is necessary to get this.
You will know it when you see it.
Strive for it.
Usually, Herculean efforts are required.
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