Feeling Rebellious

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Good Friday to you! I am not it the mood to share a letter today and it is my website so you get a rambling on Emily Dickenson!

In recent days I have been dreaming about Emily Dickenson and I think of her in my meditations. I wrote a poem honoring her a while back and I feel that my intuition is begging me to share it. In a curious coincidence Billy Collins, read his poem Taking Off Emily Dickenson’s Clothes on his podcast a few days ago. The poem is one of my favorites, but It seems to have triggered some activists as another powerful male objectifying a person as a body to be used for sexual gain. O.K. well, possibly there is an element to that but that is really not the point. I think the poem is about eros, the power of love and sex, and that is what makes this poem dangerous. People are scared to death of love and sex because it cannot be controlled. In this time of pandemic people are greedy for control and strike out against anything in the way.  I find the poem heady, powerful and at the same time humble. I think Billy Collins writes of his own subjectification not that of women in general. He becomes her servant in the erotic fantasy with Ms. Dickenson, he becomes her maid so to speak by taking off her clothes. He is making feeling the subject and the feeling is that of love of grace and beauty. He mentions a swan, the symbol of purity, devotion, and partnership. He swept away by love it is just hard to see in a world that doesn’t value love. The world is starting to get hip to equality and as a feminist I am encouraged by this, but love is the higher value and tolerance must be given to those that attempt to love wildly.

Here my own attempt to recognize Ms. Dickenson’s writing and my own desires:

A Poem For Someone Else and From Someone Else

Emily Dickenson wrote for herself I’m guessing 

A private conversation

Inner voice attuned to experience

Forgetting or maybe uncaring what the poetry is

What the gift will be

One with urgency of understanding

Alone with herself

Walking in the world with confidence.

Being guided by inner music.

Seeing the forms behind the illusion

And giving gratitude

Falling to her knees in wonder

I have an urge

To write you a poem

To announce my axis of love’s reception

To be the voice of witness

To allow reality to flow between us

To map our meeting and see the play of God in three distinct acts

An ancient need for meaning and control

Taking deeply flawed and confused individuals and giving them a good ending

A story to hold on to

Stepping into light

Unconcerned with the shadows

Desperate to create meaning

An unconscious wish creates an opening

A way home

To try again

And be better.                                                                

4 Responses to “Feeling Rebellious”

  1. William Gentner Says:

    Beautifully nailed

  2. william gentner Says:

    Beautifully nailed! On Fri, Aug 14, 2020 at 11:40 AM Water Horse Writing Studio wrote:

    > aalkove posted: ” Good Friday to you! I am not it the mood to share a > letter today and it is my website so you get a rambling on Emily Dickenson! > In recent days I have been dreaming about Emily Dickenson and I think of > her in my meditations. I wrote a poem honorin” >

  3. aalkove Says:

    Thanks! How are you??

  4. Mary Oak Says:

    If you are ever in Western Mass, Emily’s house (in Amherst) is a museum. It is treat to be in the space she wrote her packets of poems in and to imagine her there. One of my favorite stories is of her baking cookies for the neighborhood children and lowering a basket out her window to them(she was that shy).

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