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Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Going to Him! Happy letter!
Tell Him
Tell Him the page I didn't write
Tell Him - I only said the syntax
And left the verb and the pronoun out
Tell Him just how the fingers hurried
Then - how they waded - slow - slow
And then you wished you had eyes in your pages
So you could see what moved them so.

Tell Him - it wasn't a practised writer
You guessed from the way the sentence toiled
You could hear the bodice tug, behind you
As if it held but the might of a child.

You almost pitied it - you - it worked so
Tell Him - no - you may quibble there
For it would split his heart to know it
And then you and I, were silenter.

Tell Him night finished before we finished
And the old clock kept neighing "Day"!
And you got sleepy and begged to be ended
What could it hinder so - to say?

Tell Him just how she sealed you - cautious!
But if he ask where you are hid
Until tomorrow - Happy letter!
Gesture Coquette - and shake your head!

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from I Hear America Singing, Highlights from Volumes 1 - 5, released January 1, 2008
David Paul Mesler, composer/pianist
Barbara Hume, vocalist

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Barbara Hume Seattle, Washington

Barbara Hume lives in the Seattle area where she has collaborated with composers for the past 20 years including David Paul Mesler, Bonnie Murphy, Paul Lewis and other northwest artists producing original music, set to a rich and varied canon of poetry. In these albums, the weaving of melody and imagery produce songs that unearth the raw senses that nurture the soul. ... more

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