March 13: Dickinson Period, Blue Period, "Praise for the Nun of Amherst"

I think this is a love poem.  Wrote it a long time ago, in a Dickinson period.  Sort of like how Picasso had a blue period.

Saint Marty sort of understands right now why Emily didn't come out of her room much.

Praise for the Nun of Amherst

by:  Martin Achatz

Lord—send the buzz of poetry

A fly—black as the grave—

Bless me with the gift of verse—

The ghost of Emily.

Fill my lines with feathers—Lord—

Song perches in my skull—

My spirit hops—It caws—It crows—

It fills the air with hymns.

If my psalm seems narrow—weak—

Thin fellow in the grass—

Pardon my unbraiding words—

They stumble into bog.

But if my music makes White Heat

Against vermilion cloud—

Take flight with me—My Heart—My Love—

Toward dim Eternity.