Through lane it lay, through bramble,
Through the straight pass of suffering…
While I was fearing it, it came
As imperceptibly as grief.
Remorse is memory awake.
Bill Waters, 2015
Remixed Works:
First lines of poems by Emily Dickinson
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She Took It to the Grave
All overgrown by cunning moss,
The grave my little cottage is.
After a hundred years
Dust is the only secret.
Bill Waters, 2015
Remixed works:
First Lines of Poems by Emily Dickinson
Freedom Came Late
This was in the white of the year.
In winter, in my room,
I read my sentence steadily.
’Twas just this time last year I died.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
If pain for peace prepares.
Bill Waters, 2015
Remixed works:
First Lines of Poems by Emily Dickinson
Dwelling: An Inventory
a an and as
cedars chambers
doors dwell
everlasting eye
fairer fairest for
gambrels gather
hands house
I impregnable in
more my
narrow numerous
occupation of
paradise possibility prose
roof
sky spreading superior
than the this to
visitors
wide windows
Rebecca Resinski, 2015
Remixed Work:
I dwell in Possibility, by Emily Dickinson
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by
E. Dickins
Again — his voice the ask the one — as me — I flower — justify — this I with steps — — silent — look world his face — careless — and strain — Each — — how — — had been — We walk thoughtful — with us — just a little And — then — Alone — if "alone" — the sky veiled We cannot live that hour — The purple — my Vein — the drops — My stain
Laura LeHew, 2014
Sculpted work:
663, by Emily Dickinson
Gertrude and Emily Dwell in Possibility
I dwell in Possibility
More numerous of Windows;
A single image is not splendor
To shine, why not shine, to shine
Of Chambers as the Cedars
Impregnable of Eye—
The difference is spreading
A place in no new table
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—
An arrangement in a system to pointing
All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling.
Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The question does not come before there is a quotation
Certainly glittering is handsome and convincing
The spreading wide of narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
In the evening there is feeling
All this makes a harmony, it even makes a succession
Christina Murphy, 2014
Remixed works:
Dwell in Possibility, by Emily Dickinson
Tender Buttons, by Gertrude Stein
Never Comb the Brewed Brain Twice
a Paradelle
My life closed twice before its close
My life closed twice before its close
Because I could not stop for death
Because I could not stop for death
I closed not twice could my death stop
Because before its close for life
The grass divides as with a comb
The grass divides as with a comb
The brain is wider than the sky
The brain is wider than the sky
The sky divides the brain as is
than with the comb a wider grass
I taste a liquor never brewed
I taste a liquor never brewed
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Tell all the truth but tell it slant
Never tell a truth I taste it
but tell all the slantbrewed liquor
Never comb the brewed brain twice
because it closed as for the grass
I could not liquor all my death
before its slant divides a stop
but tell the sky I close with a life
the truth is wider than a taste
Esther Greenleaf Murer, 2014
Remixed works:
Sundry lines from Emily Dickinson