Every week, the AWM is excited to bring you stories written by our visitors in our Story of the Day exhibit. Check back weekly for new stories, and visit the Museum to try out our typewriters and possibly be featured here!
In honor of Emily Dickinson’s birthday on December 10, this week is a poem typed out by one of our visitors and a visitor written poem. What’s your favorite Emily Dickinson poem? Let us know in the comments!
Please note that the visitor who typed this poem changed certain capitalizations. For a full copy of the original, visit the Poetry Foundation.
I felt a funeral in my brain,
and mourners to and fro
kept treading – treading – til it seemed
that sense was breaking through
and when they all were seated,
a service like a drum
kept beating – beating – til I thought
my mind was going numb –
and then I heard them lift a box
and creak across my soul
with those same boots of lead, again
then space – began to toll,
and then a plank in reason, broke,
and I dropped down, and down,
and hit a world, at every plunge,
and finished knowing – then –
This visitor-written poem seemed somewhat inspired by Dickinson’s style
Must I leave
So very soon?
It does not seem
Like time is being passed along in this magical place.
So why leave the clickety-clack of the keys
The bell when you are done
The molasses voices of the readers.
The pigeon watching habits of some guy named Isaac
The zoom of resetting
I wish I could zoom my way to starting time over
I wish I never had to hear that bell.
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