My first poet was a subdued dramatic
Speaking in succinct lines
Of delicate 2/4 rhymes.
In which success is counted sweetest,
When the inland soul goes out to sea.
Where beauty crowds me till I die,
So Death kindly stopped for me.
She led me into her own domain
Showed me a perspective I could know.
Away from third grade simile
Devoid of personal longing-
To measured points and subtle rhetoric,
Instilling, more importantly,
A desire to propose my own.
Emily, you know me,
Emily, you saw my soul
Only two hundred years ago.
Discounted in her time-
I dare to hope that’s what I can be.