Her smile - as always,
those dimples are out of place...
You're in pain - you're like a baby bird,
fluttering to the tune,
having absorbed the resulting lead,
clinging to the rod, to the leaf,
he spat out a song in convulsions
pellets - on the swamp...
(Emily is about sue, or Bowles.
No & quot;problems" with the manuscript is not, there is a priest with prisnymi wrong,
both causes of both poems are possible -
and the rift with sue, and editor Sam Bowles with his newspaper,
but the two verses are clearly separated from each other by a line-see photo.
Translation of the lower verse here:
http://www.stihi.ru/2018/11/05/5704_ )
[David Preest:
This poem presents a manuscript problem. It is written above
Johnson's poem 353 on the same sheet of paper, and although
Johnson prints them as separate poems, Franklin believes they
make up one poem. Judith Farr, 514 taking the poem as a separate
poem, suggests that it was meant for Sue. Emily had believed
Sue's smile to be sincere, but then had been hurt by some act
of treachery from Sue. Ruth Miller also takes them as separate
poems but believes that both refer to Emily's own gallant smile
with which she tried to mask the pain inflicted upon her by
Samuel Bowles’ attack on women poets such as herself in the
Springfield Republican (see notes on poem 412). She had been
encouraged ‘to sing’ by him printing one of her poems, but then
her ‘hold upon the Twig’ was shaken by the bullet of his attack,
and her poems scattered ‘like Beads _ among the Bog.’ For Miller
both this poem and the opening sentence of the second Master
letter (L233) refer to Bowles’ attack on women poets in his
newspaper. The letter begins, ‘If you saw a bullet hit a Bird -
and he told you he was'nt shot - you might weep at his courtesy,
but you would certainly doubt his word.’]
And let the rats gnaw, and let them push then -
the main thing is that the eyes do not come out of their sockets from the strain...))
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Her smile was shaped like other smiles -- by Emily Dickinson
Her smile was shaped like other smiles --
The Dimples ran along --
And still it hurt you, as some Bird
Did hoist herself, to sing,
Then recollect a Ball, she got --
And hold upon the Twig,
Convulsive, while the Music broke -- & nbsp;;
Like Beads -- among the Bog --