Sunday, February 6, 2011
Emily D. bets it all and wins, plus ". . . industrious angels . . ."
All those laggard angels, the ones smoking dope in celestial alleyways, skipping out early on promises to us (that explains a lot about life on earth) have to (with their wings) inscribe Divinity For All on passing clouds.
I get it, Emily. Who wants to hang out with sodden youth not half as bright as you are, when there's a promise of beatification. That's taking a risk but Emily's bet-hedging paid off.
That Crown and Emily Dickinson achieve immortality here and there. May we all win that bet.
God permits industrious angels
Afternoons to play.
I met one,—forgot my school-mates,
All, for him, straightway.
God calls home the angels promptly
At the setting sun;
I missed mine. How dreary marbles,
After playing Crown!
Emily Dickinson courtesy of Bartelby.com