What have you loved so intensely that men feared you as they feared Lorca so fiercely that what's in you rises up Lines of Emily Dickinson a certain slant of light whose heavenly hurt bled across your shoulders making a Jew of you in the dark wood pews where your childhood fell about your feet as exegetic Baptist texts rang in your ears Emily's lines sound harmony to bars of sacrifice and revelation blood days in years of Sundays when patent leather purses and life savers were the only barter against hell