I Don’t Keep the Moth-Part of the House
by Eva Hooker
There’s little room to fly in my dark
Where Arachne and a thousand workers spin—
. . .
If you want to know a thing you have to lie
Down under its feet,
map internal bleeding.
. . .
Brute dowling
Of its substance, then a joining, canted & plumb—
. . .
In one ear, a cricket sings all night—
. . .
The withdrawal of the fuel of Rapture does not withdraw
Rapture itself.
. . .
Whom, not having seen
you love. Such tenderness
Is never barren.
. . .
Sweet, like a wolf—
Title: Emily Dickinson, Prose Fragment 80 in The Letters of Emily Dickinson, p. 924, edited by Thomas H. Johnson.
Stanza 6: Emily Dickinson, Letter 842 in The Letters of Emily Dickinson, p.786.
