Your thoughts don t have words every day by Emily

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1878



[David Preest:
In Emily’s annus mirabilis of 1863 when she averaged a poem a day,
the words did come daily, but in this poem she is perhaps revealing
that writing poetry in 1878 is more of a struggle. The right word
now comes as rarely as a sip ‘of the communion Wine’ to its devotees
left behind at the end of the service, although, when she does find
the right words, they seem so ‘native’ or familiar that she cannot
see why they should come so infrequently or involve such effort.
For example, Johnson records that in line 6 Emily tried out
nine other possibilities before settling on ‘easy.’
Jane Donahue Eberwein comments that although her last poems
still show her characteristic vitality and distinctive angle
of vision, she has more difficulty in completing them.]

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Your thoughts don't have words every day by Emily Dickinson

Your thoughts dont have words every day
They come a single time
Like signal esoteric sips
Of the communion Wine
Which while you taste so native seems
So easy so to be
You cannot comprehend its price
Nor it's infrequency