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Heavy Light

9/29/2019

From our music editor, Glover Dennison:

We were in Durham, NC, recently to see the world premiere of Harry Connick, Jr's tribute to Cole Porter before he moved the show to Broadway.

While in Durham, we visited the campus of Duke University and strolled through its magnificent chapel (truly, a cathedral).

Although we were visiting in late summer -- just days before the autumnal equinox -- and not on some oppressive winter afternoon, the light streaming streaming through the small stained-glass windows in the chapel's doors immediately called to mind Emily Dickinson's poem "There's a certain Slant of Light":

There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons -
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes -

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us -
We can find no scar,
But internal difference -
Where the Meanings, are -

None may teach it - Any -
'Tis the Seal Despair -
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air -

When it comes, the Landscape listens -
Shadows - hold their breath -
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death -

Of course, when I saw the massive organ and pipes looming above the chapel's portal I could not help but imagine the heft of cathedral tunes in such a magnificent setting:

Enough is Enough!

9/17/2019

From our food editor,Verla Burell-Bordelon:

Words cannot express how appalled we at the Emmett Lee Dickinson Museum were when we read this upsetting and disgusting tweet from one Tony Posnanski – if that is his real name:

We first wrote about this scandal HERE.

To be honest, we were not surprised at Mr. Posnanski’s sickening sentiment. This type of prejudice and intolerance on the part of candy cornists is somewhat common at this time of year.

We turned to Dr. J. Hobson Renfield, a world renowned candy cornithologist, to ask why such narrow-mindedness and cornophobia exists in the first place – especially when candy corn is recognized as the world’s most delicious candy.

Pictured at the right: J. Hobson Renfield, the world's leading candy cornithologist.

“In most cases it has to do with an under-developed brain coupled with a desire to be part of an anti-social ‘crusade’ because it seems to give them some sort of self-worth,” said Dr. Renfield.

We also asked about the long-lasting effects of hidebound candy cornism on such closed-minded extremists.

“They shirk everyday responsibilities, lash out at family members, and often take up criminal careers,” he said.

In response to the revolting remarks by Mr. Posnanski – if that is his real name – we plan to organize the largest world-wide protest the planet has ever seen on October 30th, National Candy Corn Day.

Enough is enough of candy cornism. Will you “enough is enough” with us?

Stay tuned for details.

The Great War

9/15/2019

From our food editor,Verla Burell-Bordelon:

We at the Emmett Lee Dickinson are beyond incensed! It all started yesterday, when I saw a Christmas display going up at a local Lowe's home improvement store:

Obviously, the first shots have been fired in the War on National Candy Corn Day (October 30th; information HERE).

The War on National Candy Corn Day is a very real societal conflict -- unlike the phony "War on Christmas," a counterfeit campaign concocted merely to gain Christmas more status and commercialism.

As a result, we posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic poem, "'Tis fighting for our Lives we are" (below on the left), as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "'Twas fighting for his Life he was" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

’Tis fighting for our Lives we are –
To save our favorite corn –
The Ordnance of Confection’ry
Allegiance we have Sworn.

They aim once – kill once – conquer once –
There is no other War
In that Campaign as usual
Opposed to Candy Corn.

By Emily Dickinson:

'Twas fighting for his Life he was --
That sort accomplish well --
The Ordnance of Vitality
Is frugal of its Ball.

It aims once — kills once — conquers once --
There is no second War
In that Campaign inscrutable
Of the Interior.

Then, just after we posted Dickinson's celebrated ode "to save our favorite corn," we saw this appalling tweet:

Then Mr. Posnanski -- if that is his real name -- followed up with this cowardly tweet:

Of course, we wholly ignored Mr. Posnanski's request -- if that is his real name:

Though we do not know yet the final outcome we will plan in response to the vulgar words on the part of Mr. Posnanski's -- if that is his real name -- but we were at least relieved to see that some responses to his crude remarks included the following:

Take heart, Candy Cornians -- we will not let such unspeakable pronouncements from a candy-cornist from the likes of one "Tony Posnanski" (if that is his real name) spoil our love for "the food of the Gods" -- especially as National Candy Corn Day approaches!

Stay tuned. We will update you on our plans for vengeance soon! : )

Work of Art

9/8/2019

From our art columnist, Jarvis MacKinnon III:

In late August, members of the Dickinson Organization of Poetry Enthusiasts (DOPE) visited Glenstone, a private contemporary art museum about 15 miles from downtown Washington, D.C., iin Potomac, Maryland. We had not been there before, so we were excited to see the place -- it is a perfect mix of architecture, contemporary art (all from after World War II), nature, and zen. It was quite the experience -- and if you ever get the chance to visit, do so!

Glenstone's website is HERE, and more on the museum can be found HERE.

Photography was not allowed inside – so we took the exterior shots below on the left; however, the interior shots (below on the right) are from the museum’s Instagram account.

To view Glenstone's Instagram account, click HERE.

In response to our visit, we offer Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "There's a certain Slant of Art" (below on the left). Dickinson was a true Libran (his birthday is October 12), so he always liked things symmetrical and even, and the "Look of Descent" of a crooked picture hanging on the wall would drive him crazy! Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "There's a certain Slant of light" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

There’s a certain Slant of Art
On Museum Walls –
In Parlors – or Foyers –
Or sloping in Great Halls –

That peeves the Eye of Detail –
A Point of View with
Intolerable imbalance –
Like stripes on plaid –

Unheavenly Angle – like the bubble
Of the Carpenter’s Level
Descending to a lower plane –
Diagonality – of the Devil –

None may reach it – Any –
‘Tis the Tilt of Despair –
Disconcerting Declivity
Soliciting Repair –

When it dips, the Landscape lists –
And I am inclined – bent –
On righting the pitched frame’s
Look of Descent –

By Emily Dickinson:

There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it – Any –
‘Tis the Seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, ‘tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –

Other nearby sites: Over the same weekend, we also visited Great Falls National Park in Virginia (below on the left), and the Chesapeake & Ohio (C & O) Canal National Park in Maryland (below on the right):

Trump is One Sharpie Cookie

9/8/2019

From our political correspondent, Dorothy Dawe:

Are you exhausted by Trump? I am incredibly exhausted.

The issue du jour is that (supposedly) Trump invited leaders of the Taliban to Camp David on the eve of 9/11, and he announced last night that he decided to cancel the meeting.

@MrAlanSpencer wrote on Twitter, “Hopefully he’s also canceled Al-Qaeda Day at Disneyland.”

@VicStoddard noted, “I’m glad that Obama hadOsama bin Laden killed before Trump had a chance to invite him to Camp David.”

Now, the hashtag “TalibanTrump” is trending at the same time as “SharpieGate,” the tag given the outrage swirling around Trump’s feeble attempt to cover up his lack of preparedness in monitoring Hurricane Dorian when he held up a weather map he had altered with a Sharpie (below on the left).

Be sure to check out the hashtag #Sharpiegate on Twitter for some hilarious pics! Some of my favorites are below on the right.

Here’s my take on Sharpie-gate: At some point, when Hurricane Dorian was first churning in the Atlantic, an early possible track for the storm included a path through southeast Alabama. However, as the storm moved closer and closer to the United States, its cone of uncertainty changed as forecasts evolved – but Trump did not keep up with the latest updates. Therefore, when he told the residents of Alabama to hunker down (and this from the clown who didn’t even know there was such a thing as a Category 5 storm), he probably did so because he’d heard somewhere early on that Alabama was in Dorian’s path. However, he was not perceptive or caring enough to keep up with up-to-date forecasts, so at the time he made his misinformed statement, he was basing it on old news.

Trump is not a sharp cookie. Alas, it does turn out that he is a sharpie cookie – for when he realized his gaffe had gone viral, he began spinning a story faster than Charlotte could spin “Some Pig” into her web. When he altered a forecast map with a sharpie pen to include a portion of Alabama, he provided solid proof that pathological liars/narcissists do not like to be called out when they are wrong.

The entire, ridiculous affair called to mind two of Emmett Lee Dickinson’s now-classic poems, “For each erratic instant” and "A Cap of Lead will cross the sky" (both below on the left). Dickinson’s poems inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poems “For each ecstatic instant" and "A Cap of Lead across the sky" (both below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

For each erratic instant
He must in anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To his stupidity.

For each moronic blunder
Sharpie lines now disguise –
Bitter contested forecasts –
And Comments heaped with Lies!

By Emily Dickinson:

For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.

For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years –
Bitter contested farthings –
And Coffers heaped with Tears!

Pictured at the right: I also LOVED this tweet from @Acyn (from 9/2/19): It shows a video of Mike Pence overseas somewhere -- on a trip Trump cancelled for himself because he was going to stay at home to monitor the storm -- and Pence made excuses for Agent Orange's absence by saying, "The President is where he needs to be." A video embedded in the video of Pence, though, shows exactly where the president was and what he was doing. He wasn't monitoring the storm at all. HE WAS GOLFING!

No wonder he had bad information for the people of Alabama! He had no idea what was going on.

The man is a stooge.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

A Cap of Lead will cross the sky
It’s tight and surly drawn
He cannot find its mighty Track
The Figure is redrawn –

A Chart held up and from a shift
Our proof that he’s not well
A Hurricane reveals the harms
Of Living through this Hell.

By Emily Dickinson:

A Cap of Lead across the sky
Was tight and surly drawn
We could not find the mighty Face
The Figure was withdrawn --

A Chill came up as from a shaft
Our noon became a well
A Thunder storm combines the charms
Of Winter and of Hell.

Quoth the Raven, "Baltimore!"

9/2/2019

From Dorothy Dawe, Board Chair of the Dickinson Organization of Poetry Enthusiasts:

Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request) loved Baltimore! He performed there often with Edgar Allan Poe as part of their comedy duo "Izzy Sharp and Moe." The two would perform at the Calvert Street Theatre -- and it was Emmett Lee Dickinson who gave the city it's nickname, "Charm City" -- from a line in his now-classic poem "A Charm invests a place" (below on the left). Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "A Charm invests a face" (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

A Charm invests a place
When perfectly beheld –
The City does now lift her Veil
And fear it be dispelled –

With piers within her mesh –
And wonders – and surprise –
Wide avenues – annul a want
That Image – satisfies –

By Emily Dickinson:

A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld –
The Lady dare not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled –

But peers beyond her mesh –
And wishes – and denies –
Lest Interview – annul a want
That Image – satisfies –

Many members from the Dickinson Organization of Poetry Enthusiasts visited Baltimore in the spring of 2018. Now, for Labor Day Weekend 2019, many of us returned to show support for the city in light of Donald Trump's recent appalling comments. We were so sickened that a president would attack an American City, that we decided to return in a show of support and to enjoy some of the sites we missed in 2018.

Prior to our trip, we wrote about our pending visit HERE. Now that we have returned, we've posted plenty of pictures and information below.

THE WORLD TRADE CENTER

Pictured at the left: Baltimore's World Trade Center

Pictured below: Views of the city from the observation room on the 27th floor.

PHILLIP'S SEAFOOD

Below: We enjoyed lunch at Phillips' Seafood's Crab Deck. Some items that received rave reviews: the Pomegranate Blackberry Crush; the crab cake sandwich; and the hotdog with crab mac & cheese (on the dog). Lunches came with crab chips too!

EDGAR ALLAN POE'S GRAVE

Pictured at the right: No visit to Baltimore would be complete without a visit to the grave site of Edgar Allan Poe, Emmett Lee Dickinson's partner in the comedy duo "Izzy Sharp & Moe." Poe & Dickinson's act was the first to introduce "waiter, there's a fly in my soup" jokes.

THE BALTIMORE MUSEUM OF ART

Pictured at the right: The Baltimore Museum of Art

Below left and right: Various shots from around the museum.

A FEW SURPRISES AT THE BALTIMORE MUSEUM OF ART

1. Are you familiar with the paintings of Thomas Hart Benton? They are quite distinctive. Two of Benton's paintings are shown below and below that on the left -- and no, these two paintings are NOT at the Baltimore Museum of Art. What surprised us is the THB painting that we did come across -- the painting below on the right. None in our party had ever seen a Thomas Hart Benton like this.

2. The BMA includes a self-portrait of Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn with a mistake -- or at least a change he did not cover very well! In the detail below (on the right), one can plainly see where Rembrandt originally placed his right thumb. Later he changed the location of the thumb -- but didn't conceal the original location at all!

3. The museum includes an imposing portrait of Queen Charlotte, wife of King George II and her two sons, Prince Frederick (on her lap) and Prince George (standing -- and shown in the close up below). Prince George later became King George IV, shown in an impressive portrait across the gallery (also shown close up).

The son of King George IV -- who was to become George V -- is the king who visits Downton Abbey in soon-to-be-released movie about the PBS series. George V was also the grandfather of Queen Elizabeth II.

Pictured at the right: George V as portrayed in the Downton Abbey movie.

In another royal connection -- Queen Charlotte (above on the left) is the namesake of Charlotte, NC, and Charlottesville, VA (among other cities, towns and counties in the United States).

4. If not the inspiration for a number of kids' book tugboats, "The Bessie of New York" by Arthur G. Dove (below on the left) was most certainly the inspiration for Disney/Pixar's "Cars."

5. In the description of Georgia O'Keeffe's "Cup of Silver Ginger" (at the right in the picture below on the left), Hawaii is spelled with an apostrophe. Not a big deal, but we rarely see Hawaii spelled as "Hawai'i."

6. Below left: The museum has a portrait of Pythagoria Dickinson, one of Emmett Lee Dickinson's sisters. 7. Below center: We thought that this painting likely provided the inspiration for the ruby red slippers in the movie version of "The Wizard of Oz." 8. Below right: We swear that this tree was watching us as we walked around the museum's sculpture garden.

FELL'S POINT

We spent Saturday afternoon strolling the streets of Fell's Point. We enjoyed coffee at the Daily Grind, and we took our time going in and out of shops. Of course, the reason we came to Baltimore was to show our support in response to the appalling attacks on the city by Donald Trump. He said that Baltimore was rat-infested -- and sure enough, it was at a gift shop in Fell's Point where we caught glimpse of the one and only rat we saw (below on the right).

COMING SOON: More pics from our trip!

Ghoulish Goulash: A Trump Family Album

8/12/2019

From our political correspondent, Dorothy Dawe:

During the week of August 12, 2019, I posted the following poems as our site's "Featured Poems of the Week" -- "This was the Year of the White," by Emmett Lee Dickinson (on the left) and "This was in the White of the Year," by Emily Dickinson (on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

This was in the Year of the White –
That – it’s so obscene –
Raids are as difficult then to think
And Dreadful now to be seen –

Looking on is best that you don’t
Or if you do – be warned –
Close inspection of Lives destroyed
Makes your conscience mourn.

By Emily Dickinson:

This was in the White of the Year –
That – was in the Green –
Drifts were as difficult then to think
As Daisies now to be seen –

Looking back is best that is left
Or if it be – before –
Retrospection is Prospect's half,
Sometimes, almost more.

At that time, I made these comments -- and I referenced a ghoulish photograph that circulated of Donald and Melania Trump (highlighted below):

A domestic terrorist inspired by racist and incendiary rants from Donald Trump posted a hateful manifesto online and then gunned down 22 people in a Walmart in El Paso. According to an arrest affidavit, the white supremacist told police that his targets were Mexicans.

“I'll do whatever is necessary to stop the invasion of our country,” he said.

Later, Donald Trump visited the city for a photo op, but many let it be known that he was unwelcome – “salt in the wound,” said one.

And when did Trump visit? On the very day that ICE raided food processing plants in Mississippi. As Trump gave a ghoulish smile and a thumbs up as he posed with a baby whose parents had been brutally murdered in El Paso, ICE was tearing families apart in Mississippi and leaving children in the streets.

The rise of white supremacy in our country, the racist rhetoric of Trump, the domestic terrorism, the raids which tear families apart and abandon children – all of this called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem “This was in the Year of the White,” one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “This was in the White of the Year,” our other featured poem.

Below left: The ghoulish photograph of Trump and Melania. Beow that: A photograph of a crying child left abandoned by ICE after the chaotic and muddled raids in Mississippi. Below right: A chilling tweet from the Anne Frank Center: history repeats itself.

Later, on the same day I posted the two Dickinson poems and the photographs above, I came across an article by Rhonda Garelick for "The Cut," entitled "Surrogate Angels of Death: What to make of the First Lady holding the motherless child and youngest survivor of the El Paso Massacre" -- the complete article is HERE.

In the article, Ms. Garelick details "ghastly truths' which "make themselves felt in this single photo of the vacuous and smug Trumps masquerading as kindly hospital visitors, seeking to comfort the El Paso survivors."

She goes on to say, "Posing for this photograph, the Trumps remove any last doubt about their dead-eyed cruelty and transactional view of life. Smiling emptily above this wounded little boy, whose life was shattered before he could take his first step, the president and his wife call to mind those famous safari photos taken by Trump’s sons, Eric and Don Jr. — in which they, like their father, smile brightly over the victims of their own heedless cruelty and violence. To Donald Trump, this baby is little more than a hunting trophy in his own brutal race war (which explains his triumphant thumbs up)."

All of these ghastly and ghoulish photos of the Trumps made me think of others -- Trump and the orb; Trump, Melana, Ivanka and the Pope; Jared and Ivanka staring blankly out the window at Buckingham Palace. These are some of my favorite ghoulish pictures of the Trumps -- and there are plenty more!

With so many gruesome pics available of this ghastly family, I thought I would start a "Ghoulish Goulash" -- a family album of our First Family of Ghouls.

I've added some starter pics below -- and I'm sure there will be plenty more to come! I'll update this page from time to time, so if you have a favorite ghoulish picture of these swamp critters, let me know, and I'll add it to the mix!

Below: The Trump animatronics figure at Disneyland -- a perfectly ghoulish likeness of the Swamp King!

OUR LATEST ADDITION:

Do you have a favorite ghoulish pic of Trump or his family? Let me know, and I'll add it to this goulash of ghouls!

Spell Check

8/6/2019

From our current affairs editor, Lemuel Stuart III:

“I was confused as cattle on astroturf,” said Donald T. Tump of Bucksnort, Tennessee.

Tump was describing his disbelief as his Twitter account began blowing up this morning.

It all started early today when Donald Trump misspelled his own name as Donald "Ttump" in a tweet. Almost immediately the Twittersphere went crazy with people tweeting with the hashtag #DonaldTtump.

“I hain’t never seen nothin’ like it,” said Mr. Tump. “You coulda busted my legs and called me shorty.”

Pictured at the left: Donald T. Tump of Bucksnort, Tennessee

When Tump learned that Trump had misspelled his own name, Tump sat staring like a dog hoping for a scrap of food at the dinner table.

“You gotta be kiddin’ me,” said Tump. “The man actually misspelt his own name? Why, if he was any dumber, we’d have to water ’im.”

Tump received so many angry @ messages, he finally decided to delete his Twitter account, @realDonaldTTump.

"I couldn't take it no more," he said.

“This happened once to my third cousin, Edna Jewel Covfefe,” Tump recalled. “She had to delete her account too.”

Pictured at the left: Donald T. Tump's third cousin, Edna Jewel Covfefe

“I tell ya,” he added, “that Trump is nuttier than a squirrel turd.”

Paul Bearer

8/3/2019

From our current affairs editor, Lemuel Stuart III:

In July 2019, the US Senate passed a bill “to ensure a fund to compensate victims of the Sept. 11, 2001, terror attacks never runs out of money — and that first responders won't have to return to Congress to plead for more funding.” Read about the final vote HERE.

Prior to the passage, the GOP leadership tried to stall – even stop – the passage of the bill.

At one point, Jon Stewart – a stalwart supporter of the first responders – called out Rand Paul for his hypocrisy: "He is the guy that put us in hundreds of billions of dollars in debt. He was the 51st vote on that cut (the Trump/GOP tax cut scam to make the filthy rich even filthier). Now he’s going to tell us (that this much needed funding for First Responders)...is just too much for us to handle. There are some things they just have no trouble putting on the credit card.”

It defied logic. Suddenly Senator Paul wanted to balance the budget on the backs of the 9/11 First Responders AFTER HE AND THE GOP ADDED BILLIONS TO OUR DEBT WITHOUT QUESTION SO THAT THE RICH COULD GET RICHER FROM THEIR TRUMP TAX CUTS.

Rand Paul's hypocrisy – a hallmark of the GOP – called to mind a poem written by Emmett Lee Dickinson from 1853 entitled "Rand gave himself to Trump” (below on the left), and so we posted that as one of our Featured Poems of the Week just before the Senate’s passage of the final bill. Dickinson was quite the visionary!

Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "I gave myself to him" (below on the right) our other featured poem that week.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Rand gave himself to Trump –
And took Himself, more Pay,
The solemn contract for the Rich
Was ratified, this way –

The Wealthiest gained more –
The rest grew poorer still
With this great Rip-off scam suspect,
We Daily Owe – our Bill

Manipulate their Vision
Until the Payoff’s high –
Still Fable – it will trickle Down –
The Politicians – lie –

In truth – ‘tis Mutual – Risk –
Few – find it – Mutual Gain –
Our Nation’s Debt – Each Year we owe –
Insolvent – very Soon –

By Emily Dickinson:

I gave myself to Him –
And took Himself, for Pay,
The solemn contract of a Life
Was ratified, this way –

The Wealth might disappoint –
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great Purchaser suspect,
The Daily Own – of Love

Depreciate the Vision –
But till the Merchant buy –
Still Fable – in the Isles of Spice –
The subtle Cargoes – lie –

At least – 'tis Mutual – Risk –
Some –found it – Mutual Gain –
Sweet Debt of Life – Each Night to owe –
Insolvent – every Noon –

Turned On The Charm

7/29/2019

From Dorothy Dawe, Chairman of the Dickinson Organization of Poetry Enthusiasts:

We visited Baltimore a little over a year ago, and we had a great time. We wrote about out trip HERE and HERE.

We found Baltimore to be a lovely city with lovely, friendly people. As a matter of fact, some of us are thinking of a return trip to Charm City soon – maybe on Labor Day weekend – for two reasons:

First, due to the timing of our trip in 2018, we did not get to see everything we wanted to see because various attractions were closed on the days we were there.

Second, we would love to show our support to the city of Baltimore after Trump’s recent vicious attacks on the city.

I have to admit, I am incensed that an American president would attack an American city, especially one as wonderful as Baltimore. It is simply unheard of, and it is beyond deplorable. It is appalling.

Of course, Trump once described himself as a “great unifier,” but he is nothing of the sort. He does nothing but divide this country, and it is sickening.

An American president attacking an American city?

It boggles the mind.

Of course, all of this calls to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem, “Why should we worry – why indeed?” (below on the left). Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “Why should we hurry – why indeed?” (below on the right).

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

Why should we worry – why indeed?
When every day he lies
We are molested equally
By immorality.
No respite from his ignorance
That this which he’s begun
A rant of racist cries
A damned absurdity
Boggles the mind
His diatribe –

By Emily Dickinson:

Why should we hurry – why indeed?
When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.
No respite from the inference
That this which is begun,
Though where its labors lie
A bland uncertainty
Besets the sight
This mighty night –