Sunday, October 9, 2011

Quote Whore Sunday

I'm writing my college essay on being a girl growing up in the Mormon Church in Utah and the marriage machine that surrounds that. No, my parents aren't very happy about my choice of topic. Does that surprise anyone?
I told a friend about my topic, and she referred me to Emily Dickinson poem 508:

I'm ceded--I've stopped being Theirs--

The name They dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church
Is finished using, now,
And They can put it with my Dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools,
I've finished threading--too--

Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace--
Unto supremest name--
Called to my full--The Crescent dropped--
Existence's whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.

My second Rank--too small the first--
Crowned--Crowing--on my Father's breast--
A half unconscious Queen--
But this time--Adequate--Erect,
With Will to choose, or to reject,
And I choose--just a Crown--

I LOVE this poem. It's written on the mirror in my room right now. I know Emily Dickinson didn't have many friends, but for this poem alone, I would have hung-out with her any day of the week.

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