Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), the great metaphysical poet and literary recluse, voluntarily sheltered in place and treasured her solitude. What greater source of inspiration for surviving the times? Each week during the "stay home" order there will be a post of lines from her work, along with some needed if irreverent updating (and for which I know her lyrical spirit will forgive me).
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
yield such an alcohol!
-Dickinson
I drink of a trip never taken,
though planned waaaay back in fall;
oh, think of all we didn't do. . . .
Damned virus has such gall!!!
-Storyweaver
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