Toward the Blue Peninsula

Toward the Blue Peninsula (Joseph Cornell, 1951-52)

It might be lonelier
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

It might be lonelier
Without the Loneliness
I’m so accustomed to my Fate
Perhaps the Other -Peace

Would interrupt the Dark
And crowd the little Room
Too scant -by Cubits- to contain
The Sacrament -of Him-

I am not used to to hope
It might intrude upon
Its sweet parade -blaspheme the place-
Ordained to Suffering

It might be easier
To fail -with Land in Sight-
Than gain -My Blue Peninsula-
To perish - of Delight-