I may love, I may hate;
I need time and place, to exist,
For my love or hate to inhere:
Might they hate, love they may.
It can be a matter future,
Life endears thought, to expand.
Fancy — this, here; measure that -— there:
Might they hate, love they may.
Worship is things sur-real godly;
Of that hate, of this love,
Of no life — thought will die:
May there be day.
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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