I will not stir for doctors – Blackout Poetry Project

A page of poetry by Emily Dickinson. At the top of the page, a purple bow is tied into the paper. To the left and right of the poem are pieces of lace and cropped black-and-white photos of a child. On the bottom left one "I CAN FINALLY SEE ME" is written in white.

By anonymous

It will not stir for doctors,
This Pendulum of snow
The shopman importunes
While cool, concernless No

Nods from the Gilded pointers
Nods from Seconds slim,
Decades of arrogance between
The dial life and him.

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All overgrown by cunning

All interspersed with weed,

The little cage of “Currer Bell”,

In quiet “Haworth” laid.

This Bird, observing others,

When frosts too sharp became

Retire to other latitudes,

Quietly did the same.

But differed in returning;

Since Yorkshire hills are green

Yet not in all the nests I meet

Can nightingale be seen.

Gathered from any wanderings,
Gethsemane can tell
Through what transporting anguish
She reached the asphodel!Soft fall the sounds of Eden
Upon her puzzled ear;
Oh, what an afternoon for heaven.
When Brontë entered there!

I CAN
FINALLY
SEE
ME.

Emily Dashes ·