Poem Comprised of Lines from Emily Dickinson’s Letters

If my ideas are rather dark, you need not marvel.
I am in a crackling fever.

I have no flowers before me
but the stony clouds.

I am an embryo of future usefulness.

I am going to learn to make bread tomorrow.
I have a piano and a china mug with a forget-me-not on it.

I have just seen a funeral procession go by
of a negro baby. I presume he was changed into a star
some night while gazing at them.

The yellow leaf is upon us.

It seems as if nature had formed this spot with a distinct idea
of its being a resting-place for her children, where, wearied and disappointed

they might stretch themselves beneath the spreading cypress,
and close their eyes, calmly as to a night’s repose,or flowers at set of sun.

Each of these lines appears among Emily Dickinson’s collected letters, which is truly a delightful read!

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