Can anyone give comments on the following Unpublished Dickinson Poem? Is this hers or not? I think not but need some "expert" opinions.

That God cannot
be understood
Everyone Agrees
We do not know
His motives nor
Comprehend his
Deeds

Then why should I
Seek solace in
What I cannot
Know?
Better to pray
In winter's sun
Than to fear the
Snow.

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one never knows, do one?

well, it CAN be sung to The Yellow Rose of Texas, or the Gilligan's Island theme...but not very well....the meter is awkward,,,my guess iis that it is NOT

Weren't all of Emmy's pomes found in a chest at her house? If so, then they would all be known. I guess it could have been contained in a letter sent to, say, Susan Dickinson, but that would be doubtful as well. ED was devoutly religious, from what I recall, so the sentiments in the verse are also off base. Lastly, the format would have had to be:

That God cannot be (--) understood
Everyone agrees (--)
We do not know His (--) motives nor
Comprehend (H)is Deeds (--)

Then why should I seek (S)olace in (--)
What I cannot (--) know? (No Question mark - rhetorical)
Better to pray (--) in winter's Sun (--)
Than to fear the Snow.


Case dismissed. Next case, please step forward.

Jest, of course.

Weren't all of Emmy's pomes found in a chest at her house? If so, then they would all be known.

An odd break in logic, for one so reliable, usually. All is often a problem when faced with the experience of the world. There aer contigencies.



Peter



Post Edited (11-08-04 13:21)

well, she may have written some on public lavatory walls !

Some people they take comfort here
and write on bathroom walls
for those that do, they roll their sht
into the shape of balls

Some others they seek knowledge here
and read these words of wit
and those who like this wisdom get
to eat the balls of sht

(from The B.M. of E.D with no T.P)

Hey rude!!!!!

I mean, "How Rude!!" of JohnnySansCulo

He does rude rather well! As does Hugh.

My apologies shoebootlady, i was parodying the original bathroom graffiti poem in the style of ED

Hey, Rude! I think the Beatles could have done something with a title like that.


Les

so every time you feel disdain
Hey Rude Complain
dont worry about anothers feelings !

More from Emily:

Your cigarettes, do not dispose
in urinals tonight
it makes them very soggy and
it makes them hard to light

Continuing to scrape more paint off the restroom walls of the Amherst Public Library and Grill.....who knows what might be found?

When using public toilet bowls
I squat above the seat
alas that does not work in here
the crabs can jump six feet

More living room humour, Johnny?

y'all gotta see what I found in the bathroom of the Walt Whitman Mall !

My Craptain My Craptain
Leaves of Ass
I Sing the Potty Electric

amazing what was not recorded !