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Merry Christmas poets!

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A daguerreotype of Emily Dickinson, taken in 1846.
Amherst College Archives and Special Collections

Since I’m on the road, traveling cross country (you can follow my poetry and travels at Gatsby’s Abandoned Children), it’s going to be a weird Christmas this year.  I’m 18, and lived with my parents for the majority of my life.  This is the first time I’ve truly been self-reliant.

Luckily, I’m traveling with a wonderful woman named Captain, and her dog, Bender.  We’re sending our holiday wishes to you through some Christmas themed poems by Emily Dickinson.

Cheers!

-Jeremiah Walton, Captain, and Bender

Twas just this time last year I died.

‘Twas just this time, last year, I died.
I know I heard the Corn,
When I was carried by the Farms —
It had the Tassels on —

I thought how yellow it would look —
When Richard went to mill —
And then, I wanted to get out,
But something held my will.

I thought just how Red — Apples wedged
The Stubble’s joints between —
And the Carts stooping round the fields
To take the Pumpkins in —

I wondered which would miss me, least,
And when Thanksgiving, came,
If Father’d multiply the plates —
To make an even Sum —

And would it blur the Christmas glee
My Stocking hang too high
For any Santa Claus to reach
The Altitude of me —

But this sort, grieved myself,
And so, I thought the other way,
How just this time, some perfect year —
Themself, should come to me —

Before the ice is in the pools

Before the ice is in the pools —
Before the skaters go,
Or any check at nightfall
Is tarnished by the snow —

Before the fields have finished,
Before the Christmas tree,
Wonder upon wonder
Will arrive to me!

What we touch the hems of
On a summer’s day —
What is only walking
Just a bridge away —

That which sings so — speaks so —
When there’s no one here —
Will the frock I wept in
Answer me to wear?

As Sleigh Bells seem in summer

As Sleigh Bells seem in summer
Or Bees, at Christmas show —
So fairy — so fictitious
The individuals do
Repealed from observation —
A Party that we knew —
More distant in an instant
Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.

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