Pandemic Poetry 7

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).

There is no frigate' like a book

   To take us lands away,

Nor any coursers like a page

   Of prancing poetry.

                       -Dickinson

There's no accessory like a mask

   To make you safe and cozy,

And banish thoughts of far off lands

   The news reports "less rosy. . . ."

                       -Storyweaver