Emily Dickinson, December 10th is your birthday,
So I want to write some words to celebrate the day.
And maybe these words can also be called poetry.
Emily Dickinson, I truly found you just two years ago,
Then you became my favorite American poet.
Oh, my poet, my poetess, my dear poet,
Who knows how I understand you--I love you so--
I love your poems, I love your soul!
Emily Dickinson, you lived in the United States,
Yet I live in China, I'm a Chinese.
But beyond the Pacific Ocean, we are so close--
You are just in my heart,
And your poetry's before my eyes.
More than one hundred years have passed,
But the true good poems won't be lost.
And yes, yours heaven has kept.
Emily Dickinson, I think I am so blessed,
Eventually I was connected with you--
The predestined relationship won't be missed!
Yeah, I found you, I also found myself--
I found the spirit of poetry in my heart.
So, see--now I have also become a poet.
What a blessing and what a joy!
Emily Dickinson, once you stayed in your own house,
They said you even didn't like to go out.
They thought you were lonely and felt so sad.
But, oh, how wrong they have thought that!
No, no! I know that was not the true fact!
I know you were not lonely, in fact.
Because, because--poetry's always with you!
How beauteous and wondrous and blessed!
You have tasted the sweetest nectar of poetry!
For you, the outside world was tiny and noisy,
But the inner world of poetry--
Ah, what an immense and fantastic world!
by Emily Lee, on December 10th, 2014
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