"It Was a Calm Way"

by Emily DickinsonIt was a calm way —

He inquired as to whether I was his —

I made no response of the Tongue

However, reply of the Eyes —

And afterward He bore me on

Prior to this human clamor

With quickness, as of Chariots

Also, distance, as of Wheels.

This World dropped away

As Sections of land from the feet

Of one that leaneth from Inflatable

Upon an Ether road.

The Inlet behind was not,

The Mainlands were new —

Time everlasting it was previously

Time everlasting was expected.

No Seasons were to us —

It was not Night nor Morn —

However, Dawn halted upon the spot

Also, attached it in Sunrise.

We didn't say fireflies

in any case, lightning bugs.

We didn't say merry go round

in any case, carousel.

Not teeter-totter,

seesaw

not candy,

sucker.

We didn't say pasta, however

spaghetti, macaroni, noodles:

the three sorts.

We didn't lash out:

we lashed out.

What's more, we never felt discouraged

daunted, frustrated

debilitated, deterred

baffled or anything,

indeed, even despondent:

just sad.Media

Everything Happens Two times

by Eve RobillardThat bird sitting stunned on the railing

has flown into your window before.The impasse road you've turned onto —

You did that simply last month. The bosscalling you into his office

has the same old thing to say.There are just such countless contents.

Everything happens twice.The companion who gets your parka

will acquire your waterproof shell tomorrow. The parentwho never adored you enough

is doing it from the grave. You are writingthe exact same sonnet

over and over again they are playingthat old, old melody yet it's never

the absolute last dance. So grin at the guywho drinks excessively —

the one with forget-me-not eyes. Sleepwith the person who calls you

by another lady's name.

[In answer to Journalists world]

"Love won't save you. Be that as it may, it will hold your hand while you save yourself. Furthermore, in a world that occasionally appears to be drained of goodness, in a world that occasionally feels too weighty to even consider bearing, I imagine that is all we are truly looking for. Somebody close by. Somebody who grounds us. Somebody who will discreetly embrace us for twenty minutes in a row while we figure everything out. I believe that is all anybody actually needs. Somebody who sees them. Somebody who stays." — Bianca Sparacino

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