[1328] You cannot put a fire out

Guest poem submitted by Zenobia Driver, <ZDRIVER@> :

You cannot put a fire out;
  A thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a fan
  Upon the slowest night.

You cannot fold a flood
  And put it in a drawer, --
Because the winds would find it out,
  And tell your cedar floor.

	-- Emily Dickinson

I really like this poem, because it's sort of rebellious and
revolutionary and because the images are whacko. I keep imagining trying
to fold a flood the way I would sheets :-). Also I like the image of the
wind whispering quietly to the cedar floor.

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Emily Dickinson:
Poem #92, There's a certain Slant of light
Poem #174, A Route of Evanescence
Poem #341, The Grass so little has to do -
Poem #458, The Chariot
Poem #529, If you were coming in the fall
Poem #580, Split the Lark
Poem #687, Success is counted sweetest
Poem #711, I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Poem #829, It dropped so low in my regard
Poem #871, I felt a Funeral, in my Brain
Poem #891, A Doubt If It Be Us
Poem #950, The Cricket Sang
Poem #1294, The reticent volcano keeps

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From: "Bryan Bowen" <bryan@>

ever sing Dickinson poems to the tune of "the yellow rose of texas?"