Sweet, Sweet Sherry

Act I of III written with Solst

Well, there you are,
I had your letter and half-
expected you today.
Can I take your hat, Mr. Whitman?

Don't mind the dog
he's glad to see somebody new.
Would you care for some tea
after your long journey?

Oh, I am here, Miss Dickinson,
but you shall not have the hat.
I am not so clear in my mind with this thirst and tea might not register within me.
A sherry might be a fine thing to slake my tongue.

Please, come in, sit down.
You'll have the sherry.
I want so much to hear
about your words.

I am unable to speak of much but facts, Miss Dickinson, for men ought not to speculate, particularly amid the varying changes in weathers- as much a disease as it appears a medicine.
To what beauty but your own have you lent yourself recently, my dear friend?

I've watched the hills
rise out of the morning mist.
I tried to paint them with my words--
to no avail.  

 

 

 

Reviews

[holly]

When I read your work, I'm always reminded a bit of Emily Dickinson's but never had the nerve to say so before. There's the devastating simplicity of the words balanced against the depth, and sometimes misdirection, of the message. You've caught the two poets in this chapter very well - perhaps Walt Whitman more obviously than ED - but then he was more obvious. Thank you for letting us read it.

[AK]

Delicious!

[Robert Luna]

Completely fascinating. I loved the two sides of the conversation and being able to have them play in my head. I think you both captured the essences of their characters and conveyed them with a proper class and fell from them as artist and people.



Well Done!!!!!!

[bunny nabber]

Whooo! that last lil paragraph was awesomeness made of delicate

[Dezaraye]

This is beautiful, Emily. I like the voices that I hear in the piece and the authenticity. This brought a great image to my mind.

[Ken Simm.]

Wonderful just simply wonderful