There comes an hour when begging stops, When the long interceding lips Perceive their prayer is vain. "Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword Than from a disappointing God "Disciple, call again". Emily Dickinson, poem first published 1945
Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet. I did not recall this one, but it is quite perfect. The begging and prayers are over. They are gone and we suffer. Yet, my favorite of hers is "Because I could not stop for death" . To me it suggests that death is a journey, like a lovely horse drawn carriage ride, to eternity, where perhaps we will one day see B.W., Zachary, and Heidi again. If an isolated Poet can believe it, then I do. Thinking of you often, Kim
Oh Gretchen. I had never read this poem before. I have been turning it over in my mind since you posted it. That hour when begging stops and so much else ceases alongside it.
Gretchen,
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry that you are suffering so much. I am here to listen.
Yvonne
Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet. I did not recall this one, but it is quite perfect. The begging and prayers are over. They are gone and we suffer. Yet, my favorite of hers is "Because I could not stop for death" . To me it suggests that death is a journey, like a lovely horse drawn carriage ride, to eternity, where perhaps we will one day see B.W., Zachary, and Heidi again. If an isolated Poet can believe it, then I do. Thinking of you often, Kim
ReplyDeleteOh Gretchen. I had never read this poem before. I have been turning it over in my mind since you posted it. That hour when begging stops and so much else ceases alongside it.
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