closely beheld trains.

by dorarandom

leafing through a random ‘selected poems’ of emily dickinson last night at a friend’s house, i opened to:

A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld,–
The lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,
And wishes, and denies,–
Lest interview annul a want
That image satisfies.

i know i’ve read that before. that’s a pretty famous one. and without really trying, i’ve since found:

The Life we have is very great.
The Life that we shall see
Surpasses it, we know, because
It is Infinity.
But when all Space has been beheld
And all Dominion shown
The smallest Human Heart’s extent
Reduces it to none.

wow. has been beheld. that even takes it to another level. obviously this is poetry, and obviously dickinson’s poetry is not the place to go looking for standard conventional usages, but i feel like i was a little harsh now in making fun of Tread-Lightly’s ‘closely beheld.’ i mean after all i was writing about ‘nourishing soups.’

(i’m supposed to see him in a few days—we’re going to give the ‘just’ being friends thing a go, i guess—and i keep shaking my head and laughing, thinking about the nourishing soups. i mean how can i face this man? how can you face the man that you wrote to about ‘nourishing soups’?)