Imprints, Imprints: Emily Dickinson

My Tardy Name- Em D. Chisels My Past Moons

The yearning and anguish always familiar in Em’s poems. She described my many nights. Her words always nestled my fragile heart as a teen. No doubt a goddess to poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830โ€“86)

Part Four: Time and Eternity

I SHOULD not dare to leave my friend,
Becauseโ€”because if he should die
While I was gone, and Iโ€”too lateโ€”
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They โ€œnoticedโ€ meโ€”they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I โ€™d comeโ€”so sure I โ€™d come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name,โ€”

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morningโ€™s sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!