For Emily Dickinson
if one should know, within our time
the beating of the thunderbreast
bid him well
for he is not but you or I
if light should fall
upon our graves
long since ever after
see it well
for it is but a saintly lie
and when the dreams of us do great folly
& tears
how they pour,
let us laugh again
& be our damndest
be our must
what kings should fall or rise
are not for us
we know
the dry oak leaf
far in forest
still falls upon a winter’s sigh
Mark Reino Peltonen
Interesting Mark!
Are you saying there is no heaven or afterlife? That dreams get broken, but we must go on and indeed life goes in spite of it and we must try to grin?
Made me think. Need to discuss the Emily Dickenson reference.
Vic
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