"[Dear March--Come In--]" a poem by Emily Dickinson

A poem from the public domain

Intro

Happy International Women’s Day! This is my second opportunity to celebrate this holiday as Miranda. Reading poetry by women has always been a part of how I connect to my femininity—even way before I came out as a transgender woman.

Today I’m sharing Emily Dickinson’s poem “[Dear March—Come In—].” I think this poem and its conversational nature (with nature!) give us a good glimpse of Dickinson as a metaphysical poet.

Here is Dickinson’s poets.org bio. They also have links to many of her poems.

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The poem is below, followed by my reading.

💜Miranda📚

[Dear March—Come In—]

Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
You must have walked—
How out of Breath you are—
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest—
Did you leave Nature well—
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me—
I have so much to tell—

I got your Letter, and the Birds—
The Maples never knew that you were coming—
I declare - how Red their Faces grew—
But March, forgive me—
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue—
There was no Purple suitable—
You took it all with you—

Who knocks? That April—
Lock the Door—
I will not be pursued—
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied—
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame—

My Reading