Tag Archives: Emily Dickinson

Death Sweeps the Floor

I walked into the house after hanging laundry this morning, my eyes full of sunshine and my ears full of birdsong, when I saw Death sweeping the dining room floor. Further inspection revealed that Death was actually my nine-year-old son clad in his Halloween costume. Both startled and relieved, I couldn’t help laughing. Indignant, Sage […]

The Robin Rescue

If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain. Emily Dickinson I couldn’t help thinking of this poem as my son and his […]

A Formal Feeling

I’ve finally moved from Emily Dickinson’s “Sweeping up the heart” phase of grief for my dog Chaussette to her “After a great pain/A formal feeling comes” phase. (Emily Dickinson makes a perceptive guide when navigating the waters of sorrow.) My initial reaction to Chaussette’s premature death—she was barely a year old—was not just sadness, but […]