Here are a couple of my earliest parodies of Emily Dickinson...
in part, the origin of my pen name, MLee
Dickens'son!
Stand Up to Success Could failing this assignment
become a great success?
Je ne comprends pas nectar’s
sore requirement by
noblesse.
To squeeze ‘at plum ‘n’ pulp it
might cause
élan to flag
another definition
should it make my ego sag.
A comic – could I stand up
to death for biddin’ ‘ere?
Would triumph’s strains so distant
be… I’d agonize ‘n’ clear?
© MLee Dickens'son 23 Nov 2003 Quote:SUCCESS is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,
As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear.
- Emily Dickinson
‘e fell ta cleavin’... 'e felt a-leavin' thru 'is mind,
some pages up 'n' split;
'e tried ta scissor seamy things
but couldn’t make ‘em fit.
'e looked behind, between 'is loins
where light ne’er shone before;
'e heard a snippet, felt purloined…
now bawls upon the floor.
© MLee Dickens'son 26 Nov 2003 Quote:I felt a Cleaving in my Mind -- (937)
by Emily Dickinson
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind --
As if my Brain had split --
I tried to match it -- Seam by Seam --
But could not make it fit.
The thought behind, I strove to join
Unto the thought before --
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls -- upon a Floor.