UNLIKE become the zests
In one hull to live together
Begun a craving in a cradle,
Age of minority, to mither,
To parry the yoke, once aware;
Sad, at the end of the tether,
Trifling free, all age they do blither,
To hatred ― livid, all age aglare.
For the rind’s breathing revel,
Every walk dares the devil,
In eager with life love affair:
Young age keen on colors of passion,
Old age preen, in tinctures ashen,
To tedium ― all give the air.
The Greek one or only love to discuss,
Save the two loves, praise the young Bard ―
No age is there of need to my love:
For methinks word cannot stay too long.
Copyright © Teresa Pelka
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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