A blackout poem made from a page of poetry by Emily Dickinson. Parts of the poem are crossed out in black to create the blackout poem.

By Elvira Mancini ’24

SHE
forgot,
trust,
fled
Before

soldiers,
His musket on breast;
Please, God,
I fear the fore
I should not fear the night.

IMMORTAL is
what we need
time,
‘Tis a necessity.
We know,
heaven