Emily Dickinson (her photo)
--for John Wieners
Life, this Sphere--Infinite--
Death enshrouds the Paradox--
Its surround not a vestment,
But the skin of an Aperture,
Pulled--Taut--to an aura of Soul's
Form--confused Heaven--
Lit and ecstasied by you--
This book by my hand.
This flower that I hold in my hand,
In the shock of your Life.
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