From the Chrysalis

MY cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I’m feeling for the air;
A dim capacity for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.

A power of butterfly must be
The aptitude to fly;
Meadows of majesty concede
And easy sweep of sky.

So I must baffle at the hint
And cipher at the sign,
And make much blunder, if at last
I take the clew divine.

First print Time and Eternity VI, 6
Johnson 129 | Franklin 142

■→IN POLISH

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Text compared with the fascicle and prepared for publication by Teresa Pelka, available under any of the following licenses:
■Creative Commons License 4.0, BY-SA 3.0, and License 2.5.

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■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 115;
Stanza 2 semicolon for thematic delineation;
verb agreement, meadows concede, sweep of sky.

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■Notes for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
Poems one-by-one print and fascicle comparison,
■Resource for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
■Google Drive, manuscript fascicles.

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