Sunday, April 12, 2009

sleep

I know I have n't posted in a while... Rather than add a poem of my own (my play went up this weekend, and I have n't slept or written anything for about a week...) I figure I'll just add one of the works of my favorite po et, Emily Dickinson.

Poem 1551

Those―dying then,

Knew where they went―

They went to God's Right Hand―

That Hand is amputated now

And God cannot be found―

The abdication of Belief

Makes the Behavior small―

Better an ignis fatuus

Than no illume at all―

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