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Dick Erasures Laura Wetherington


The Red Ceilings Press

MMXI [rcp 37] www.theredceilingspress.co.uk www.redceilings.blogspot.com/


Dick Erasures Laura Wetherington


Thoughts accidently thrown together become a frame. -Henry David Thoreau I find the most pleasure in reading a book in a manner least flattering to the author. -Ralph Waldo Emerson


379 A Grass of simple Bees stir to pretty Breezes and hold everything all night, make a common noticing And even odors so lowly sleep Or dwell in Days away, so little to wish


379 Grass has Green With Bees to fetch the Sunshine in to everything, the night so common to pass divine sleep perishing, then, in dream Days Grass has to wish


379 little has a sphere of butterflies to entertain. tunes fetch the bow and night like itself too and when lowly perishing little has a Hay


379 to brood all day in night to sleep in Barns little hay


164 Mama never forgets her looks Just her little cunning her fall.


892 Boys are born


166 this afternoon He was afraid But Beneath his pocket not so petite a horse held the rein question the significance


1771 here ripeness other sentence To winter With winter Go Against your Bride


391 A Visitor influences Who visits And just before his glistening his fingers his feet whatsoever Mouth it had been


573 Was I his I made no noise And distance was not new it stopped


161 soft walk his feet waking we decline the flight


573 Way to not morn the Dawn


1320 before you walked out and the Rest I got your Letter, never knew how Red you took it all I will not be occupied But look as soon as you come dear


283 I should have lifted Round My little Circuit This new behind I should have rescued Fear I could perfect That scalding fluent Earth not Joy Fear The Palm So say in the beyond Beggar vitalizes Faith


586 good good good good parting and presence itself dominated


581 I did as much as A Bird And cried for Charity To me, gay, and smart.


407 One need To be One need The Brain meeting interior through chase In place in ourself in our Apartment Be The Body the Door Or More


475 Myself unpretending I came To measure the Art of Halves. My Faces took The Bench Against the Temples.


229 blame affronts my only art Men should despise calm eyes.


Laura Wetherington Her first book, A Map Predetermined and Chance (Fence 2011), was chosen by C.S. Giscombe for the National Poetry Series. She is co-founder and co-editor of textsound.org and has work in or forthcoming from Fence, Otoliths, Levure Littéraire, Eleven Eleven, Verse, Just Magazine, Little Red Leaves, and Oxford Magazine. She teaches creative writing at Sierra Nevada College in Incline Village, Nevada. Many thanks to California College of the Art’s Eleven Eleven Journal, where 379 (A Grass of simple Bees), 1771 (here ripeness), 475 (Myself unpretending), and 1320 (before you walked out) first appeared. The poems in this manuscript come from the Franklin edition of Emily Dickinson’s poems, except for 164 (Mama never forgets her looks), 166 (this afternoon He was afraid), 391 (A Visitor influences), and 229 (blame affronts my only art), which are from the three volume Johnson edition.


The Red Ceilings Press

MMXI [rcp 37] www.theredceilingspress.co.uk www.redceilings.blogspot.com/


Dick Erasures