The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Variorum Edition Book

I felt a sneeze - as big as God
Form in - back of - my Nose
Yet being - without - a Handkerchief
I Panicked quite - and froze
Sneeze I must - yet sneeze - must not
Dilemma - made - me grieve
Happy then - a single Bee
Saw me - use - my sleeve

Well all right, I did not read every one of the 25,678 but certainly a fair number. You know when she died they found she'd stuffed poems everywhere in her house, up the chimney, down her knickers, tied in little "packets" onto her dogs' hindquarters, someone cut a slice of a loaf of bread to make a sandwich and another 25 poems fell out. I think Emily would have made a great drug mule if she'd have lived another 120 years. Although she may have found a serious conflict between her intense religious convictions and the large amount of cash she would have made, not to mention the radical change of lifestyle.

There's - a certain - slant of - light
On - winter afternoons
That makes - you feel - high
Like - those - small - mushrooms

I put - a poem - in my pants
Then sitting - by an Eternal Lake
My poem - seemed - to speak aloud
"Lay off - the Battenburg - cake"