Poetry Month-Emily for Easter

As I look forward to a visit to the Emily Dickinson exhibit at the Morgan Library in May and A Quiet Passion, the new film about her life and work, it seems appropriate to share this image from my series, The Wondrous Nearer Drew, for Easter. The line is from poem 322; the flower is a delphinium.

There came a Day at Summer's full,
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints,
Where Resurrections - be -

The Sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the solstice passed
That maketh all things new -

The time was scarce profaned by speech -
The symbol of a word
Was needless, as at Sacrament,
The Wardrobe - of our Lord -

Each was to each The Sealed Church,
Permitted to commune this - time -
Lest we too awkward show
At Supper of the Lamb.

The Hours slid fast - as Hours will,
Clutched tight, by greedy hands -
So faces on two Decks, look back,
Bound to opposing lands -

And so when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound
Each bound the Other's Crucifix -

We gave no other Bond -
Sufficient troth, that we shall rise -
Deposed - at length, the Grave -
To that new Marriage,
Justified - through Calvaries of Love -

You can see the series on my website, and purchase the book at my etsy shop.