For Emily Dickinson and feed stores, from Return to the City of White Donkeys.
from Of Whom and I Afraid? / by James Tate
At some point there was an
old, grizzled farmer standing next to me holding
a rake, and I said to him, ‘Have you ever read
much Emily Dickinson?’ ‘Sure,’ he said, ‘I
reckon I’ve read all of her poems at least a
dozen times. She’s a real pistol….’