Emily Dickinson's desk with papers at her home in Massachusetts

AWM Story of the Week

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 –

-emily dickinson

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.

I wish

I wish

I wish

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