A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading.

Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes

First, her tippet made of tulle,
easily lifted off her shoulders and laid
on the back of a wooden chair.

And her bonnet,
the bow undone with a light forward pull.

Then the long white dress, a more
complicated matter with mother-of-pearl
buttons down the back,
so tiny and numerous that it takes forever
before my hands can part the fabric,
like a swimmer's dividing water,
and slip inside.

You will want to know
that she was standing
by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,
motionless, a little wide-eyed,
looking out at the orchard below,
the white dress puddled at her feet
on the wide-board, hardwood floor.

The complexity of women's undergarments
in nineteenth-century America
is not to be waved off,
and I proceeded like a polar explorer
through clips, clasps, and moorings,
catches, straps, and whalebone stays,
sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness.

Later, I wrote in a notebook
it was like riding a swan into the night,
but, of course, I cannot tell you everything -
the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,
how her hair tumbled free of its pins,
how there were sudden dashes
whenever we spoke.

What I can tell you is
it was terribly quiet in Amherst
that Sabbath afternoon,
nothing but a carriage passing the house,
a fly buzzing in a windowpane.

So I could plainly hear her inhale
when I undid the very top
hook-and-eye fastener of her corset

and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,
the way some readers sigh when they realize
that Hope has feathers,
that reason is a plank,
that life is a loaded gun
that looks right at you with a yellow eye.

 	-- Billy Collins 

via Grace's Poppies

Comments

[melanie]

So.Hot.

[Rachel H]

Wow. I don't know Billy Collins yet. I must find out more. Thank you for participating in the silent poetry reading today. I've really enjoyed wandering around and seeing what people chose.

[Jaimi]

I LOVE Billy Colins as well and was lucky enough to see him this Fall at our annual New York State English Council Conference. He was one of our Keynote Speakers and I was laughing so hard that I spewed Coke out of my nose. Luckily, I was with like-minded crazy English teacher colleagues who completely understood!

[Chris]

That was beautiful - thank you!

[Heidi]

Lovely lovely. Sigh. And you've got to love a man who knows his poetic way around a corset.

[mamacate]

Thank you.

[Jessica]

Oh wow - that kind of gave me chills. I've never heard of Billy Collins. I might have to look him up now. I hope Emily really got to have a moment like that.

[Marcy, Blogless]

Oh, my! Thank you, Juno. I drive past Emily's house in Amherst frequently. From this day forward I shall look at her house with a very different eye.

[k]

Tears.
Thank you.

[Jan]

I love Billy Collins' work. Thanks for reminding me.

[jessie]

I LOVE Billy Collins. Thank you for that.

[Christina]

Breathtaking.