Kindly stopped for me
I’ve been getting my RDA of Dickinson for the past several weeks, courtesy of the folks at dailylit.com. Bite-sized portions of a literary work of your choosing are served up to you by email, a tasty option for anyone fond of serials.
In the case of Miss Emily, it’s just as well that I’m being spoon-fed. Out of nowhere, the recluse whose work we sang to the tunes of “Yellow Rose of Texas” or “Hernando’s Hideaway” will quietly pass along a bite of something so rich that it chars the heart.
Like this:
THE BATTLE-FIELD.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the June
A wind with fingers goes.They perished in the seamless grass, –
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
The Belle of Amherst is in the house; Hernando just got served.
