Poems that inspire songs,
that inspire a drawing,
inspired by a post.
I Went To Heaven by Emily Dickinson
free translation
I went to Heaven, was a small town
rubies lit
molded with a lathe.
Over the fields still filled with dew
beautiful as works that no man has painted.
People like the moth
of French lace, subtle
duties,
and random names.
could be almost happy
between a company so unique.
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