Pandemic Poetry 2

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? During "stay home" order there will be frequent posts from her work, along with updating in the service of preserving sanity (and for which I know her lyrical spirit will forgive me!). So check back often, and feel free to join in this irreverent project.

Tell all the truth but tell it slant-
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our inform Delight
The Truth's superb surprise
As lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind-

                                          -Dickinson

Report the truth? Nay, Say it slant!

the ratings thrive on lies,

all sorts of fun deceptions

to shield and fool our eyes.

First they said the main thing:

no sunny crowds to bask,

no hoarding of the "PPE" gear-

but now? Do wear a mask!!!
                          -Storyweaver