Tuesday, July 6, 2010

A Door Just Opened on a Street

Blue Door
Here's a rather sad metaphorical poem by 19th century poet, Emily Dickinson: "A Door Just Opened on the Street". I like the line that is repeated in both stanzas: "I lost was passing by". What qualities make some poems easier to recite than others? Rhythm, meter... or something more elusive?

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