April 10: Emily Dickinson Letters

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To Louise and Frances Norcross, November, 1882

Dear Cousins,
         
I hoped to write you before, but mother’s dying almost stunned my spirit.
           
I have answered a few inquiries of love, but written little intuitively. She was scarcely the aunt you knew. The great mission of pain had been ratified—cultivated to tenderness by persistent sorrow, so that a larger mother died than she had she died before. There was no earthly parting. She slipped from our fingers like a flake gathered by the wind, and is now part of the drift called “the infinite.”
           
We don’t know where she is though so many tell us.
           
I believe we shall in some manner be cherished by our Maker—that the One who gave us this remarkable earth has the power to surprise that which He has caused. Beyond all that is silence…
          
Mother was very beautiful when she had died. Seraphs are solemn artists. The illumination that comes but once paused upon her features, and it seemed like hiding a picture to lay her in the grave; but the grass that received my father will suffice his guest, the one he asked at the alter to visit him all his life.
           
I cannot tell how Eternity seems. It sweeps around me like a sea…Thank you for remembering me. Remembrance—mighty word.
           
“Though gavest it to me from the foundation of the world.”

                      
Lovingly,
                           Emily

Letters: Emily Dickinson (Everyman's Library Pocket Poets) Ed. by Emily Fargos