476

A blackout poem made from a page of table of contents of Emily Dickinson's poetry. Portions of the words are crossed out with black marker.

By Veronica Murray ’26

476

Days retired
Somehow night
coming from the
Good.

butterfly
too fragile
for Immortality.

Heaven
So proud he was to die.

winds
live without —
a symptom of affection.

you’ll find the music.
Step lightly on this narrow spot!
their refreshing minds
begin look,
I may be night.

Superfluous
to fate.
Surgeons must be
hostiler than Death.

perished
secrets
Taken from men
Heaven
to a beggar
was Us —
That first day when you praised me,
That I did always love, …
ended. —