Emily Dickinson is Jewish and hides in an attic. <br />Restriction and Emily’s selective nomadic soul breed <br />Speculation. She misses bees, frogs, familiar sovereign woods. <br />She squints at dust, the Oriental carpet, a creaking plank. <br /> <br />Emily won’t abandon Death’s carriage. <br />She knows doors slam shut on his train. <br /> <br />Austin’s wife Sue stows bread crusts <br />And the children’s laughter <br />For her Jew-in-white. <br /> <br />Emily could die here or be captured, <br />Muslin’s soft scratch on the desk <br />Loud as clicked boot heels. <br /> <br />Emily Dickinson is forced from this attic. <br /> <br />Faint breath and her thin tongue. <br />Stanzas lapped in smoke. <br />Poems as long as one letter, rise.<br /><br />Sarah Sarai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emily-dickinson-is-jewish/
