On Fresh Air the other day, Billy Collins noted Emily Dickinson's "radical" style of free-thinking, as evidenced by
this poem:
| SOME keep the Sabbath going to church; | |
| I keep it staying at home, | |
| With a bobolink for a chorister, | |
| And an orchard for a dome. | |
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| Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; |
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| I just wear my wings, | |
| And instead of tolling the bell for church, | |
| Our little sexton sings. | |
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| God preaches,—a noted clergyman,— | |
| And the sermon is never long; |
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| So instead of getting to heaven at last, | |
| I ’m going all along! |
Pagan poetry: there's none better.
Jennifer Hecht, herself a pagan poet of the first rank, has lots to say about Emily and many others in
Doubt: A History. They both deserve shelf-space in the
Essential Freethought Library.
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