Emily Dickinson / the hut owner – NaPoWriMo, Day 05

Today’s exercise asks you to do something similar, but in the interests of creativity, rather than ill-conceived “correction.” Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it! (Not sure where to find some Dickinson poems? Here’s 59 Dickinson poems to select from).

This is an altered  remake of an Emily Dickinson Poem, “A Bird Came Down the Walk”.

My version is entitled ” The Postman”.

“A Bird Came Down The Walk”                                                       “The Postman”

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Emily Dickinson                                                                                 the hut owner

A Bird, came down the Walk –                                                  A postman came down the Walk
He did not know I saw –                                                              He did not know I saw
He bit an Angle Worm in halves                                              He opened a letter by his finger
And ate the fellow, raw,                                                               And read in silence with awe
And then, he drank a Dew                                                         And then he drank the wine
From a convenient Grass –                                                        In an open house when he pass
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall                                 He tiptoed to the kitchen door
To let a Beetle pass –                                                                    And hid behind the mirror glass
He glanced with rapid eyes,                                                     He looked around with sharp eyes
That hurried all abroad –                                                           And hurriedly skipped the board
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,                 He peeped into the door outside
He stirred his Velvet Head. –                                                   Together with the things he hoard
Like one in danger, Cautious,                                                  And he passed the hall nervously
I offered him a Crumb,                                                               But saw me glanced at him
And he unrolled his feathers,                                                  And he rolled his fist at me
And rowed him softer Home –                                                 So i left the scene for home…
Than Oars divide the Ocean,                                                    As the rails divide the countries
Too silver for a seam,                                                                  The locomotives of the olds
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,                                          Or the airplanes of today
Leap, plashless as they swim.                                                   As the clouds divide unfolds
Source: The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Reading Edition, edited by R.W. Franklin (Harvard University Press, 1999)