Two Dickinsonisms to Bide the Time My Love is Away / Alecia Sakharova

     I
They say Eunomos—broke a String—
and played the Bug—instead—
that Aristotle scarfed them glad—
that they’re the Ancient Dead

Who so loved Singing, that they tried
sustaining on it sole—
but someday stopped to cough, and fell—
And did not ever Know—

But I—when I—Cicadas hear—
recall them in your hands—
as Resurrection in a Daze,
for Sudden, Gentle Lands—

Obedient to Thee—Content—
No longer with a Sound—
and then my wild shrill heart for Thee
Begins, Cicada-loud—

     II
The days flit by so quick, it seems—
I scarcely see them run—
perhaps no one would mind—if we
crossed out—an extra one—

The Sun Himself may vaunt to see
in one Day, two Days gone—
and you’ll be that much Nearer—
and all of us have won—

Alecia Sakharova is a resident of Rockwood, MI. She is a huge fan of her dogs, gardening, and the work of Emily Dickinson. She has written hundreds of poems in imitation of Dickinson, but is now working on her first real chapbook of poetry, called “The Still Imploring Flame.”