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  • The Letting Go

    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem

    The Letting Go

    “First – Chill – then  Stupor – then . . .”  Emily Dickinson

    They dallied, sweaty on sheets, 
    Talking all afternoon in the August heat, 
    Hot tunes playing in the background.  
    She fancied they’d rock and roll 

    This way, many afternoons –
    The talk so delicious, 
    As honey-luscious as the kisses.
    But by the end of the week, 

    He spoke a different tongue, 
    And by the end of the month
    He did not speak at all.  
    She cannot grasp the silence.

    The letting go has slashed her heat.  
    Her tongue hangs across the poem
    Like the carcass of a deer across the hood 
    Of the hunter’s pick up.

    Original poem appearing in my collection titled  Turtle Woman & Other Poems

  • Emily’s Moth-Breath

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    Image: Emily Dickinson Dream / Miki De Goodaboom

    Emily’s Moth-Breath

    She whispers; have you not heard her?
    Between the lines of interpretation
    And analysis that cover her discoveries.

    From the madness of theory, her butterfly hints
    Rescue our humanness and give us back
    Our own fleet-footed lives.

    Her brain bowed wider than the sky of psycho-
    Analysis, that cloud-filled busyness that 
    Straightjackets curved minds.  

    She lives with souls who choose their own
    Society with as much precision as she did,
    With as much deliberation as she could.

    Where stars look like eyes and rivers like veins
    Where birds peck crumbs and every cell
    Is an altar to the spirit, she sings.  

    But when she meets the coils of evil,
    She warns us because she knew its sting
    And found the balm that eases it—

    Immortality!  Immortality!—
    Not just for a few but for all
    That ever felt or ever knew.

  • Emily Dickinson’s “Low at my problem bending”

    Image: Emily Dickinson - Amherst College - Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 - likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet
    Image: Emily Dickinson – Amherst College – Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 – likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet

    Emily Dickinson’s “Low at my problem bending”

    The speaker muses over a personal problem only to encounter a larger, calmer one that displaces all earthly calculation.

    Introduction and Text of “Low at my problem bending”

    In Emily Dickinson’s “Low at my problem bending,” the speaker bends intently over a private concern when a greater problem arrives. This new problem proves larger and serener, involving higher sums that dwarf the original figures.

    The speaker then sets aside the “busy pencil” and lets the figures slip away. The “baffled fingers” question their own befuddlement in the face of this elevated demand.  On the literal level the speaker appears engaged in arithmetic or accounting. Yet the intrusion of a calmer problem signals a shift from worldly sums to matters of the soul.

    Low at my problem bending

    Low at my problem bending,
    Another problem comes –
    Larger than mine – Serener –
    Involving statelier sums.

    I check my busy pencil,
    My figures file away.
    Wherefore, my baffled fingers
    Thy perplexity?  

    Commentary on “Low at my problem bending”

    Emily Dickinson’s “Low at my problem bending” dramatizes the speaker’s sudden elevation from a personal calculation to a higher, calmer demand that silences all earthly tools.

    First Stanza: “Low at my problem bending”

    Low at my problem bending,
    Another problem comes –
    Larger than mine – Serener –
    Involving statelier sums.

    The speaker begins bending low over a private problem. At once another problem arrives, one larger than the original and marked by greater serenity.  This new concern involves more important sums. The speaker senses that ordinary arithmetic cannot address the elevated scale now presented.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s habit of preferring inner information over  outer, material level evidence. Here that same habit appears as the speaker recognizes the superior claim of the more placid problem.

    Paramahansa Yogananda explains that the vastness is your real Self. The speaker, confronted by the larger problem, begins to sense that same vastness beyond finite sums.    The contrast between the low bending posture and the calm elevation of the new problem suggests a movement from earthly worry to meditation on the eternal.

    Second Stanza: “I check my busy pencil”

    I check my busy pencil,
    My figures file away.
    Wherefore, my baffled fingers
    Thy perplexity?  

    The speaker immediately checks the “busy pencil.”  All the carefully ordered figures are filed away as if dismissed by a higher authority.  The confused fingers then address their own confusion. They wonder why their former skill proves useless before the statelier demand.  The speaker’s tools of calculation prove inadequate once the larger problem appears. 

    Ordinary sums give way before the serene scale of the soul’s true concern.  Paramahansa Yogananda explains that one must change consciousness from that of a mortal to a divine being. The speaker’s “baffled fingers” enact that very change as earthly figures vanish.  

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s reliance on mystical intuition to resolve riddles of existence. That same intuition now silences the pencil and leaves the fingers questioning their former busy work.

    The final question hangs in the air, inviting the reader into the same contemplative musing that has lifted the speaker beyond finite problems to the calmer, cooler realm of the Infinite.

  • Skins of Apples  

    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem

    Skins of Apples  

    Your mind draws up 
    Like a fist, 
    Draws into itself 
    Like the head and legs of a turtle,

    Your arms hang 
    Like the limbs 
    Of a slaughtered cow
    While the body drips at the heart,

    Your legs unsteady
    As a wino
    Stepping out
    Of his luck,

    Teeth tighten on tongue to keep it 
    From looking for him under the skins of apples.

  • Emily Dickinson’s “Ambition cannot find him”

    Image: Emily Dickinson - Amherst College - Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 - likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet
    Image: Emily Dickinson – Amherst College – Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 – likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet

    Emily Dickinson’s “Ambition cannot find him”

    The speaker contemplates the profound transition from worldly obscurity to eternal stature following the quiet arrival of death.

    Introduction and Text of “Ambition cannot find him”

    In Emily Dickinson’s “Ambition cannot find him,” the speaker contemplates the dramatic transformation that takes place when a soul departs from its physical encasement.  Death elevates the individual far beyond mundane human striving, creating an insurmountable distance between earthly concerns and spiritual liberation.

    The speaker observes that earthly desires, emotional attachments, and social strivings lose all traction once a person steps across the mortal threshold. Transitioning into the unseen realm places the departed soul beyond the reach of both personal fame and human affection.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s habit of elevating inner awareness over outer circumstance. Here, the speaker asserts that the true elevation of the soul occurs far from mortal sight.

    Ambition cannot find him

    Ambition cannot find him.
    Affection doesn’t know
    How many leagues of nowhere
    Lie between them now.

    Yesterday, undistinguished!
    Eminent Today
    For our mutual hone,
    Immortality!

    Commentary on “Ambition cannot find him”

    The speaker explores death’s shifting of a person’s status from complete earthly obscurity into infinite spiritual significance.

    First Stanza: “Ambition cannot find him”

    Ambition cannot find him.
    Affection doesn’t know
    How many leagues of nowhere
    Lie between them now.

    The speaker begins by personifying “Ambition,” declaring that this driving human force can no longer reach or influence the deceased. Earthly drives lose all relevance once the soul departs the physical realm.  

    Human “Affection” also suffers a complete loss of contact, remaining entirely unaware of the vast expanse that now separates the living from the dead; mortal love cannot bridge this gap.

    The speaker describes this spatial separation as “leagues of nowhere.” This phrase emphasizes the vast, unmeasurable vacuum that divides physical life from the metaphysical state.  This vast void creates an absolute boundary. The departed soul exists entirely beyond the reach of human emotional calls or worldly seeking.

    The speaker emphasizes that earthly perceptions fail to comprehend the realm of the departed. Human relationships are bound by space, whereas the soul transcends all material dimensions.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s preference for solitary spiritual journeys over communal ties. The departed soul embarks on a path where worldly bonds naturally dissolve.

    The great Guru Paramahansa Yogananda explains that death is similar to a change of clothing.  The speaker reflects this truth as the soul transitions into a completely different sphere of existence.  

    Through contemplative musing, the speaker recognizes that the vast distance between realms protects the departed soul. Unseen boundaries keep it safe from all earthly turbulence.

    Second Stanza: “Yesterday, undistinguished!”

    Yesterday, undistinguished!
    Eminent Today
    For our mutual hone,
    Immortality!

    The speaker highlights a startling contrast, noting that the departed individual was “undistinguished” during earthly life. Yesterday, the person possessed no special fame or worldly acclaim; ”Today,” however, that same individual becomes “Eminent.” 

    The act of dying immediately elevates the soul above all mortal titles and achievements.

    This elevation occurs because the soul has entered “Immortality.” Eternal life bestows a true dignity that no earthly praise could ever match.  

    The speaker refers to immortality as “our mutual hone,” implying that the material, earthly plane is not the soul’s native home: the old blue grass song “This World Is Not My Home” addresses and celebrate that theme. This shared destiny sharpens and refines human consciousness, preparing every soul for ultimate spiritual elevation.

    Bill Monroe & His Blue Grass Boys perform “This World Is Not My Home”

    Through contemplative musing, the speaker shows that true distinction comes from entering the eternal realm, not from acquiring fleeting worldly honors.  Greatness is re-defined through the lens of eternity. What seemed ordinary in the physical world becomes glorious upon crossing into spirit.

    Paramahansa Yogananda explains that the soul’s true nature is divine and eternal, far transcending any temporary physical identity. Dickinson’s speaker captures this profound realization through the quiet triumph of death.

    The poem concludes with a celebration of the soul’s sudden transition. Entering immortality grants every individual an enduring grandeur that earthly life and a physical encasement can never offer.

  • Letters from Down Under

    Letters from Down Under

    with apologies to Australia

    Dear Head,
    I am writing this letter to apologize for all the agony 
    I have put you through because of my cravings.  
    Thank you for supplying the long slender objects 
    that have thrust themselves into me from time to time—
    the fingers, the tongues, the carrots that have made 
    my pleasure spot throb.  I know those acts 
    must have embarrassed you, having to expose 
    your breasts and belly and buttocks to get the flesh 
    tools to work.  Most of the owners of the flesh tools were gross; 
    I always liked the tongues and fingers better than 
    the pricks, but I understand now where you were 
    coming from, I’m sorry if I had anything to do with
    making you think I needed all that goo sprayed
    into me, it was always just the throb I wanted, 
    not the job, especially not the clean up afterward. 
    Again, I apologize, and promise to remain as humbly
    quiet as I can from now on.  (Oh, yeah, FYI—despite
    male ego and female confusion on the subject, 
    all of us girls are really lesbians.)  

    Yours in peace, 
    DU

    Dear Heart,
    I am writing this to apologize for all the aching 
    I have caused you.  I know you felt left out every time 
    one of those prong-owners went straight for me. 
     I apologize for hiding here under this bush,
    ambushing the meat, I know I have been a hungry bitch, 
    and I have stolen from you more than I could ever 
    return.  You have the last laugh, your blood is 
    still running and mine is dry.  I promise I will not 
    prompt you again, I hope you have a serene life, 

    I am finally learning to live in tranquility.  No more 
    vaginitis and no more yeast infections, a disease-free environment
    encourages peace 
    within and without.

    Yours for love,
     DU

    A slightly different version of this original poem appears in my collection titled “Turtle Woman & Other Poems” under the title “Letters from V”

  • Interview with the Mirror

    Image created by ChatGTP inspired by the poem
    Image created by ChatGTP inspired by the poem

    Interview with the Mirror

    Interviewer:  What has become of your face?
    Mirror:  It is like the moon; it has 28 phases.

    Interviewer:  When did those eyes become blanks?
    Mirror:  Oh, when is not important. 
    The question is, are they blank enough.

    Interviewer:  Where does that sallow skin come from?
    Mirror:  From deep inside where sallow is mixed 
    with saffron and clumps of leaves are torn from shadow boxes with fennel pollen.

    Interviewer:  Why fennel pollen?
    Mirror:  Why fennel pollen, indeed!  Better than mace 
    and thyme, more elaborate than a whistle, sweet, spice, electric . . . 

    Interviewer:  Why does your mouth obey those
     loose-hinged jaws? 
    Mirror:  It was never one to disobey.  In the radical
     morning, scruffs of necks seek to burn, and limber 
    goths slink back to the swamp.

    Interviewer:  How will your heart explain to your brain 
    that it has shattered itself again over the sharp rocks of indulgence?
    Mirror:  Now, I am a small pool of crystal water that 
    rushed down from the Himalayas to gather fools 
    who have no right to breathe the temperate air of Maya
    yet  . . . they travel on.

  • Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest”

    Image: Emily Dickinson - Amherst College - Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 - likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet
    Image: Emily Dickinson – Amherst College – Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 – likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet

    Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest”

    Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest” reveals the speaker’s conviction that victory is most deeply understood by those who have experienced its absence. The poem turns deprivation into a peculiar form of insight.  This poem is one of Dickinson’s most anthologized and studied poems.

    Introduction and Text of “Success is counted sweetest”

    In Emily Dickinson’s “Success is counted sweetest,” the speaker presents success as something whose value becomes clearest through profound need. The person who possesses victory may enjoy it, but the person who has been denied success may understand its sweetness more intensely.

    The speaker creates a little drama involving two contrasting figures: the victorious soldiers who possess the “Flag” and the defeated soldier who lies dying. The contrast allows the speaker to suggest that possession and comprehension are not necessarily the same thing.

    On the literal level, the speaker is describing a battlefield in which one group has achieved victory while another has suffered defeat. Yet the language quickly moves beyond the battlefield toward a larger contemplation of desire, deprivation, perception, and the strange ways suffering can deepen understanding.

    The image of “nectar” introduces sweetness into an otherwise painful setting. The speaker suggests that something desired becomes especially precious when it has been withheld. The defeated soldier, unable to possess victory, nevertheless receives an agonizingly clear awareness of its meaning.

    This paradox gives the poem its particular force. The person who has lost may understand the value of winning more profoundly than the person who has won. The speaker thus transforms defeat into a peculiar kind of knowledge.

    Success is counted sweetest

    Success is counted sweetest
    By those who ne’er succeed.
    To comprehend a nectar
    Requires sorest need.

    Not one of all the purple Host
    Who took the Flag today
    Can tell the definition
    So clear of Victory

    As he defeated – dying –
    On whose forbidden ear
    The distant strain of triumph
    Burst agonized and clear!

    Commentary on “Success is counted sweetest”

    The speaker presents success as a mysterious experience whose meaning becomes clearest when it has been denied. The battlefield supplies the literal drama, but the deeper subject concerns the relationship between desire and understanding.

    First Stanza: “Success is counted sweetest”

    Success is counted sweetest
    By those who ne’er succeed.
    To comprehend a nectar
    Requires sorest need.

    The speaker begins with an apparently simple statement: “Success is counted sweetest” by those who never experience it. The claim immediately creates a paradox because ordinary thinking assumes that the person who achieves success should understand its value best.

    The speaker reverses that expectation. The successful person possesses the desired object, while the unsuccessful person remains painfully conscious of its absence. That absence produces an intensity of desire that possession may actually diminish.

    The word “sweetest” introduces the language of taste. Success becomes something almost edible, something that can be savored like nectar. Yet the speaker does not allow the reader simply to enjoy the sweetness. She connects comprehension with “sorest need.”

    The word “nectar” suggests something precious, desirable, and almost divine. To taste such sweetness would ordinarily require possession, but the speaker introduces a startling alternative: the deepest comprehension may arise through hunger rather than satisfaction.

    The status “In need” is therefore more than simply lacking something. Need creates attention. The person who desperately wants something studies its value, imagines its qualities, and becomes intensely aware of what its absence means.

    Paramahansa Yogananda offers a spiritual parallel when he explains that ordinary desire can produce temporary pleasure, while deeper fulfillment lies beyond the repeated cycle of wanting and satisfying desire. 

    The speaker’s “sorest need” likewise becomes a doorway to understanding. The unsuccessful person cannot taste the literal nectar of success, but deprivation makes the imagined sweetness extraordinarily vivid.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s privileging inner evidence over outer awareness. Here that tendency appears in another form: outward possession does not guarantee inward comprehension.

    The first stanza therefore establishes the poem’s central paradox. What appears to be deprivation may actually produce a more penetrating awareness. The person without success may understand its value with an intensity unavailable to the person who simply possesses it.

    Second Stanza: “Not one of all the purple Host”

    Not one of all the purple Host
    Who took the Flag today
    Can tell the definition
    So clear of Victory

    The speaker now introduces the victorious soldiers. The “purple Host” suggests a magnificent military company, while the “Flag” functions as the visible emblem of their triumph.

    The word “today” makes the victory immediate. These soldiers have just experienced the excitement of conquest. They possess the very thing that the first stanza says the unsuccessful person understands most deeply.

    Yet the speaker declares that not one of these victorious soldiers can provide a definition of victory as clear as the defeated soldier can. This claim deepens the paradox established earlier.

    The soldiers who have captured the Flag know victory through possession. They have experienced the excitement, satisfaction, and public recognition associated with winning. Their understanding, however, remains limited by the very fact that they have succeeded.

    The defeated soldier possesses no Flag and receives no public celebration. Instead, he receives the painful knowledge of what victory means because he is excluded from it.

    The speaker’s choice of “definition” is especially interesting. She is not merely saying that the defeated soldier feels victory more intensely; she is suggesting that he can define it more accurately.

    A definition ordinarily belongs to the realm of intellectual understanding. Dickinson therefore joins emotion and knowledge. The deepest understanding may not come from detached observation but from experiencing the painful consequences of what one lacks.

    The “purple Host” also creates a visually impressive picture of victory. The soldiers appear splendid, powerful, and successful. Yet the speaker quietly strips that outward magnificence of its authority to define the experience.

    The victorious soldiers possess the external evidence of success, while the defeated soldier possesses the inward evidence of its meaning. The contrast recalls the speaker’s recurring interest in unseen realities beneath visible circumstances.

    Paramahansa Yogananda similarly directs attention toward inner realization rather than merely outward circumstances. He teaches that spiritual progress becomes evident through inner changes such as increasing calmness, joy, understanding, and security. 

    Thus the speaker’s battlefield becomes something larger than a military scene. The Flag represents outward achievement, while the defeated soldier represents the inward consciousness produced by deprivation.

    The stanza ends with the victorious soldiers apparently holding everything that matters. Yet the speaker has already prepared readers to question whether possession itself constitutes the deepest form of understanding.

    Third Stanza: “As he defeated – dying”

    As he defeated – dying –
    On whose forbidden ear
    The distant strain of triumph
    Burst agonized and clear!

    The final stanza brings the reader directly to the defeated soldier. He is not merely unsuccessful; he is “defeated – dying –.” The dashes slow the statement and create a dramatic pause around his terrible condition.

    The word “forbidden” is particularly powerful. The soldier’s ear is forbidden to hear victory in the sense that victory does not belong to him. Yet he hears it anyway, and what he hears becomes extraordinarily vivid.

    The image “distant strain of triumph” is both musical and military. The victorious soldiers may be celebrating somewhere beyond him, but their sounds reach the dying man. Their triumph becomes audible precisely because he has been excluded from it.

    The speaker then introduces the astonishing phrase “agonized and clear.” The sound of victory is beautiful to those who have won, but to the defeated soldier it is agonizing. His suffering makes the meaning of the sound sharper rather than less distinct.

    The dying soldier therefore possesses something the victorious soldiers do not: an almost unbearable awareness of what victory means to the person who has been denied it.

    The poem ends without offering consolation. The speaker does not pretend that defeat is actually preferable to victory. Instead, she leaves readers contemplating the strange relationship between loss and understanding.

    The dying soldier’s position also creates a profound irony. He cannot claim the Flag, participate in the triumph, or survive to enjoy any victory. Nevertheless, he may understand victory more clearly than those who celebrate it.

    This final image turns the poem into a riddle about human experience. The reader must consider whether possession, deprivation, suffering, and understanding can ever be separated as neatly as ordinary thinking assumes.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s tendency to create little dramas that operate as riddles, allowing readers to discover meanings that are not stated directly. That same strategy is evident here. 

    The battlefield can therefore be read literally while also functioning as a larger representation of human striving. Success may be visible from the outside, while its deepest significance remains hidden within the person who longs for it.

    Paramahansa Yogananda explains that true success ultimately involves something deeper than worldly achievement. He describes realization of the divine Self as “the ultimate success,” connecting genuine fulfillment with victory over the limitations of worldly existence. 

    Dickinson’s speaker does not explicitly make this spiritual assertion, but her drama leaves room for such contemplative musing. The victorious soldiers possess the Flag, while the defeated soldier possesses a painful clarity that outward victory cannot provide.

    The poem’s final irony is therefore its most enduring insight: sometimes the person who appears to have lost possesses the clearest understanding of what the winner has gained. Success may belong to one person outwardly while its deepest meaning belongs to another inwardly.

  • Seven Acts of Love 

    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem

    Seven Acts of Love 

    I
    you bore me through hard labor
    on the seventh cold day of the year. 
    you put the Greek in my blood.

    II
    you nudged me to question and to criticize
    and when I turned them on you, you lived up
    better than you could have dreamed.

    III
    you disguised yourself many times
    in lies, in sex, in false prophets
    and in false poets whose words sting then die.

    IV
    you wore a hat and smoked a pipe
    and taught me history and poetry.  
    you planted word-seeds.  this is a sprout.


    you petted puppies in my house
    ate my food and grew up
    before I could figure how to raise you.

    VI
    you level my mood; we have built a kingdom 
    where monarchs reign, where the tiger lies 
    down with the lamb.

    VII
    you fetched me treasures from the ancients: 
    under your pen fog translates into poetry.
    Catullus is grateful.

    With a different numbering system, this poem appears in my collection Turtle Woman & Other Poems

    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
    Image created by Grok inspired by the poem
  • Emily Dickinson’s “Papa above!”

    Image: Emily Dickinson - Amherst College - Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 - likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet
    Image: Emily Dickinson – Amherst College – Daguerrotype of the poet at age 17, circa 1847 – likely the only authentic, extant likeness of the poet

    Emily Dickinson’s “Papa above!”

    In Emily Dickinson’s “Papa above!” the speaker petitions the Heavenly Father with a startlingly playful yet deeply serious request for eternal sanctuary. The speaker adopts a vulnerable persona to dramatize the soul’s fight for divine rescue from the mortal vicissitudes of earthly life.

    Introduction and Text of “Papa above!”

    In Emily Dickinson’s “Papa above!”, the speaker creates a bold spiritual petition asking for divine shelter from mortal destruction. The speaker adopts the perspective of a small, helpless creature to appeal directly to the Heavenly Father for safe passage into the spiritual realm.

    Using animal imagery, the speaker contrasts the brutality of earthly survival with the peaceful eternity of heaven. The poem blends childlike innocence with profound spiritual yearning, urging the Divine to grant ultimate refuge to even the humblest life.

    On a literal level, the speaker portrays a small rodent overtaken by a predator, transforming a scene of earthly peril into a plea for heavenly grace. The poem imagines a celestial paradise wherein eternal peace replaces the temporal struggles of physical existence.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s penchant for inner discovery over outward reward. Here, the speaker presents a private, contemplative musing on the soul’s journey beyond earthly suffering.

    Papa above!

    Papa above!
    Regard a Mouse
    O’erpowered by the Cat!
    Reserve within thy kingdom
    A “Mansion” for the Rat!

    Snug in seraphic Cupboards
    To nibble all the day,
    While unsuspecting Cycles
    Wheel solemnly away!

    Commentary on “Papa above!”

    Emily Dickinson’s “Papa above!” presents a satirical yet poignant prayer asking the Divine Reality for eternal sanctuary beyond earthly trials and tribulations.

    First Stanza: “Papa above!”

    Papa above!
    Regard a Mouse
    O’erpowered by the Cat!
    Reserve within thy kingdom
    A “Mansion” for the Rat!

    The speaker opens with a direct, familiar address to the Creator, calling upon Him as “Papa above!”  This playful intimacy establishes a bold tone that bridges the finite creature with the infinite Father.

    By framing the speaker as a “Mouse / O’erpowered by the Cat!,” the poem dramatizes the inherent vulnerability of mortal life.  Earthly existence remains fraught with constant struggle against overwhelming predatory forces. 

    Paramahansa Yogananda explains, “All will come out right in the end, for God has hidden His goodness behind the superficiality of the paradoxes of mortal experiences”.

    The speaker then requests a reserved “Mansion” for the lowly creature, asserting that even the humblest soul deserves celestial shelter. The term “Mansion” echoes biblical promises while cheekily elevating the lowly rodent.

    In my earlier essays on Dickinsonian poems, I have discussed the speaker’s penchant for subverting traditional theological formality through bold wit. The speaker insists that divine mercy must extend to all earthly suffering.

    Second Stanza: “Snug in seraphic Cupboards”

    Snug in seraphic Cupboards
    To nibble all the day,
    While unsuspecting Cycles
    Wheel solemnly away!

    The second stanza envisions a whimsical heavenly reward where the creature resides safely inside “seraphic Cupboards.” Here, perpetual abundance replaces the desperate struggle for survival found on the physical plane.  To “nibble all the day” represents uninterrupted contentment and bliss. In this heavenly refuge, the soul enjoys freedom from fear and predatory destruction.

    Paramahansa Yogananda has promised his devotees through his teachings, “You shall have safety forever, not only for yourself, but for all those loved ones who have been entrusted to your care by our Lord and Father.”

    The final lines contrast this eternal comfort with the temporal world, where cosmic time passes as “unsuspecting Cycles / Wheel solemnly away!”  Physical time rolls onward, but the saved creature rests untouched by mortality. 

    Through this contemplative musing, the speaker demonstrates that true salvation lies in transcending time’s relentless wheel to rest forever in the Divine Presence.

    Image: Emily Dickinson - Commemorative Stamp
    Image: Emily Dickinson – Commemorative Stamp