The Poetry Of Alison
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"If I feel physically as if the
            top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry."

            
- Emily Dickinson

            
 

            
A Call To Emily Dickinson



            Emily, lend your voice to me tonight

            I need your echo flowing from my lips

            The lover's woe and hopeless, endless plight

            Need to escape my trembling fingertips

            The poem will not surface from my heart

            I need your sadness and your sympathy

            The snakes, the rose and how you aimed your dart

            Invade my thoughts like friendly empathy

            When sextons keep their keys locked over there

            I beg you to rewrite life's golden plan

            So lovers can be blissfully aware

            When gazing eye to eye and holding hands

            Emily, lend your voice to me for now

            So I may reach his heart someway, somehow