The eagle takes heaven full-breath.
A conqueror, below,
State within bracelets mundane,
Is at the gate for all.
The victory’s hand —
Stands down a troop
Shooting up glitter
Of polished blades;
Glare, ruby standards
In memento
Of gold-excepted
Purple knit chest.
Air high, a flash marmoreal
Beams in the skies’ last heave —
A book of material maps
Cannot tell a soul’s way.
Copyright © Teresa Pelka
The world may never have seen her original handwriting, if her skill was taken for supernatural. Feel welcome to Poems by Emily Dickinson prepared for print by Teresa Pelka: thematic stanzas, notes on the Greek and Latin inspiration, the correlative with Webster 1828, and the Aristotelian motif, Things perpetual — these are not in time, but in eternity.
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