Yesterday I wrote about Donald Trump's despicable performance on the world stage in Helsinki. That post is HERE.
Today, some of Trump's handlers convinced him that he had to walk-back his treasonous comments, so Trump clumsily read a statement someone else wrote for him attempting to clean up his mess. He blamed the scandal on his accidental omission of the contraction "wouldn't."
It was pure song and dance (meant to dupe, once again, the poorly educated).
Today's klutzy and spurious spectacle reminded me once again of a poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson.
In the late 1800s, Dickinson wrote a series of poems about a mystery person named "Donald." I wrote about one of the poems, "Traveling to London, looking forward," last Friday, HERE. Another of Dickinson's "Donald" poems was "He did not mumble it at all." (below on the left). Though the poem was written in 1868, the lines fit today's absurd efforts to blame Trump's anti-American rant with a lack-of-a-double-negative defense.
Dickinson's enigmatic poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "I shall not murmur it at last" (below on the right).
By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
He did not mumble it at all
The terms he chose with care –
It wasn’t hard to understand
For what he said was clear –
Divulging “wouldn’t” was his Aim
But those were specious words –
Why, Donald, Treason has a Voice –
And how – it sounds – like Yours.
By Emily Dickinson:
I shall not murmur if at last
The ones I loved below –
Permission have to understand
For what I shunned them so –
Divulging it would rest my Heart
But it would ravage theirs –
Why, Katie, Treason has a Voice –
But mine – dispels – in Tears.