The Only Ghost
The only Ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in Mechlin – so –
He wore no sandal on his foot –
And stepped like flakes of snow –
His Gait – was soundless, like the Bird –
But rapid – like the Roe –
His fashions, quaint, Mosaic –
Or haply, Mistletoe –
His conversation – seldom –
His laughter, like the Breeze –
That dies away in Dimples
Among the pensive Trees –
Our interview – was transient –
Of me, himself was shy –
And God forbid I look behind –
Since that appalling Day!
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photo by Lars Sundstrom at http://www.rgbstock.com/photo/mifyxr8/Ghost
I’ve always loved Dickinson. Such a clever word craft, so peaceful, calming and often with a humorous twist.
Yes, she’s unique in her style and stands above all others that I’ve seen in her mastery of words.