Black autumn

Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

In my memories
Your poems
Became scenic dreams
Wings of death flies


Silent white moisture
In between two full red lips
Melting poetry
In sound of melancholic promise




Smile is inside of my tears
Your dageurrotype
Under wings of death flies
In empty house of wet cold touch



Nothing will became
Mine memories
I have to obey wings of death flies
To don't forget your sensual eyes

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Eilis sums up so well the poignancy of this poem and the poetess who resides within the mystery of being an enigma for whom life is but the ultimate dilemma.

[Wayfaring stranger]

Yes you are completly right. Eilis is not just writing magical poems. But also her comments on poems of others are very deep .

[Eilis]

Emily Dickinson is very mysterious. Almost like a living ghost. That’s how I always think of her. She lived kind of like she wasn’t one of the living. I think it was perhaps because she found it hard to relate to other people.

I love her as an example of a poet (artist) not understanding their own worth. Of course, I tend to see her holding back of her work as a sign that she didn’t need validation but rather wrote because it was a component of her soul’s health.

I like that your poem explores the mystery and sensuality of her work and her personality (at least my conception of her personality). Her poetry has such depth, even still it carries a weight and relevance that a lot of classical poetry doesn’t. I guess I mean it can feel just as modern as twenty-first century poetry.

Your poem captures her spirit and allows her still to be insular and move away as she would like to. Sitting at her writing desk eating the last slice of gingerbread.

I found this poem very enjoyable. The atmosphere. The enigma. The person that keeps us wanting to know more. And how that can create personal connections. I love these kind of personal connection poems. Great work.

[Wayfaring stranger]

In beggining is was not poem about Emily Dickinson. I just lep pur my words out without any known influence. Mostly i write poems when i listen to some music. But on this account i post just what i wrote in total silence. I think they are now more personal and also tey are more authentical. When I make 4 rewrite sutendly i felt its about her. I think two weeks ago we passing Holyoke and Amherst in Massachusets. Maybe thats the infulence. When i again rewrote i knew its about her.


For me Emily Dickinson is not mysterious cause it's like look at my own personal life. This ordinary shyness and not to agree on everything. I think i write like for 20 years then i start posting here. I think she decide not to publish cause she knew danger to became public person. Also its alow her to don't get any influences from readers, critics, poets. She just share her poetry with her friends. I am actually glad i don't get too much reviews. Cause this really help me to be free. Her face is very beautiful and her eyes are really erotic for me. Her sensuality in potry is hidden but is there or i just see it for myself. In her life time was so many great events dying puritanism, civil war, right vote for women but she neber wrote about it. I think somebody said she don't wrote about her personal life but she wrote about life-death.


P.S. There is another poet who have influence on me . She also use ordinary expression but still it was very deep. Mary Oliver.

[Eilis]

I relate to her as well. But I still think of her as mysterious because there is so much she kept to herself. From what I’ve read about her, I think she may have written a good bit about her personal life but disguised the subject. It’s so hard to know, though, isn’t it. Because she valued her privacy so much.

Mary Oliver’s poetry is beautiful and profound, yes, and she had such a way of making her poems seem like simple wisdom. I’ve written some poems trying to emulate her style but it’s very hard to keep the balance she was so good at. If you haven’t read about her life and how she began writing poetry you might find her story interesting.

[Wayfaring stranger]

I think every author on the end. End up write about them self. At my poems are also personal aspects but not how they happened but how i wish they will happenedd. I think her mysterious is came propably from 19 century when life was really personal , slow and people don't have social medias where they share with everything.


About Mary Oliver i frist learn from my wife. She gave me some collection of Mary Oliver poems. Is was quiet charming ordinary words with positive vibrations . Simple in the best and deep in the soul. I know she died last year which came through the news quiet unnoticable. Some critics over look her cause her simplicity and maybe positive aspects. Her poetry don't make great experiments , playing with forms or meaning words. That's why is quyiet refreshing for me. I think around 1950 poetry start be too complicated and losted contact with ordinary people. Too many clever technique without index. Like Classical music around that same time . Who can relate to broken tones of Jonh Cage's piano ?

I guess i am now more in desire of simply art. Maybe cause is for me too hard write in realistic way but i want this so much.

[Eilis]

I had never heard of John Cage before. I just went and watched some videos on YouTube. Yes, I can see your point.

I agree with you that somewhere along the line poetry has become too exclusive. The Modernists did change the landscape significantly, but there have always been poets like Robert Frost or (going forward in time) Mary Oliver who have defied that formula and tried to write poetry that anyone could understand.

I guess we have to try, always, to keep a clear vision in our heads of what we want to reach and keep striving for it like someone who wants to climb Mt Everest. Not everyone reaches the summit, but I guess it shouldn't stop a person from trying.

[Wayfaring stranger]

I can say . I don't try climbing on those mountains . I try create them and offer to others to feel those wuthering peaks.


I think important is don't lost contact with ordinary reality. To keep focus what is strong on your writing. To try new things but also try connect them wild old things. We don't have write completly like at 19 century too long- too long reading . But just keep it simple and open to any human interpatation and experience .