You lie in ceaseless rosemary —
Sleeps where the woods are pink
You — as lady brought us feathers
I hear the Fly buzz as I think.
You alone — now inked to paper
but never let us see the seen,
Your chamber reeks — closed perfumed
A summer torn from what’s been.
Laura hosts dVerse poetics and she wants us to write to or about a poet, remembering to leave the name in the title trying to mimic the style of the poet.
May 18, 2022
Björn Rudbergs writings 
This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! I love the “pink woods,”.. the “perfumed chamber,” and the idea that Dickinson ‘never let us see the seen,’.. you have captured her here in more ways than one! Kudos 💝💝
I did toy with the idea of Emily Dickinson but I’m ashamed to say I don’t think I’m familiar enough with her work to do her justice. You have done a fine job however: those elongated sentences which wander round before reaching a conclusion. A great tribute!
She could have written this really excellent nod to Emily – a joy to read too
This is a fine poem to a poet, Björn, in which you have caught the essence of Emily Dickinson. I love the mention of the fly – one of my favourite poems of hers – and the way you began with rosemary, a powerful scent, and ended with the perfume of a ‘summer torn from what’s been’.
The rosemary comes from another poem of her: Essential oils…
You’ve excelled…..again!
Speaks to Dickinson’s less is everything and the way the phrase turn really has her feel. Well done
Just gorgeous! One of my favorite poets–and your poem is all that we want in a minimalistic piece–
So well written Bjorn, delicate and besutiful.
You’ve caught the essence of one who lived in relative isolation.
Definitely feeling the Dickinson vibe here! Well crafted!
I appreciate you sharing your poetry with us and not stashing it in the spine of a book to be found years after.
Her world was so small but her reach was so great.
So very beautiful!
Brilliantly penned, Björn
❤
David
Oh, brilliant homage to Emily!
Beautifully done
I sensed you would choose Ms. Dickinson. Happy you did .. and gifted us an exquisite poem ~ she would have loved. I do.
Rosemary for remembrance.
Indeed… and also the last line from one of her poems.
I didn’t know that 🙂
Very nice poem for another great poet.
A wonderful tribute Bjorn! Lying in ceaseless rosemary … where the woods are pink.
you captured her voice and tone in this piece, Bjorn. I believe she is smiling, though we will never see that, too.
I have been reading Emily recently. Amazing to read her work and know how she was closeted away. You have captured her spirit.
So many excellent references to her here, Bjorn. I too love the scents you provide us with here….rosemary and the perfumed chamber.
Wonderful tribute to Emily, and good capture of her style.
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