41 I often passed the village


I often passed the Village
When going home from school –
And wondered what they did there –
And why it was so still –

I did not know the year then,
In which my call would come –
Earlier, by the Dial,
Than the rest have gone.

It’s still than the sundown.
It’s cooler than the dawn –
The Daisies dare to come here –
And birds can flutter down –

So when you are tired –
Or – perplexed – or cold –
Trust the loving promise
Underneath the mould,
Cry “it’s I,” “take Dollie,”
And I will enfold!

[Emily Dickinson]

Written autumn 1858, bound into Fascicle 3 the following year.

Dollie was a nickname for Emily’s dear friend, Susan.

Peace, Love, & Namaste –



5 One sister have I in the house

Written in a letter to her friend Susan, about whom this poem is written, in 1858, and transcribed into a fascicle the following year.

I’ve heard so many speculations about Emily being a lesbian, but honestly, why must we search for scandal? She had a friend. One she chose carefully and loved dearly, and celebrated in her art.┬áLet’s respect her enough to leave it at that.

One Sister have I in the house –
And one a hedge away.
There’s only one recorded –
But both belong to me.

One came the road that I came –
And wore my last year’s gown –
The other, as a bird her next
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did –
It was a different tune –
Herself to her a music
As Bumble bee of June.

Today is far from childhood,
But up and down the hills,
I held her hand the tighter –
Which shortened all the miles –

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
And in her Eye
The Violets lie,
Mouldered this many May –

I spilt the dew,
But took the morn –
I chose this single star
From out the wide night’s numbers –
Sue – forevermore!

[Emily Dickinson]

Happy Saturday!