poetry Emily Dickinson, "In the name of the Bee" (J 18, F 23) What seems to be at stake for Dickinson is as much as a bee, a butterfly, and a breeze. Why can’t she just have her say and be left alone?
kyla houbolt Kyla Houbolt, "Slippery;" Emily Dickinson, "Your thoughts don't have words every day" (1452) As Houbolt documents: “that thing I meant to say / slips out of my grasp again / I say something anyway.”