Mourning    

                        (for Emily Dickinson)

by Susan Tepper

If you listen closely

you can

come to believe

the hissing radiator

is wind outside the windows

the eyes to a world she

decided to let go—

It was long before your time 

A war carried out 

in bloody meadows and

the fields of her country

which is your country—

Then when all became clear

she clothed herself in white.

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More about Susan Tepper and her widely published work can be found at www.susantepper.com.