There is no Frigate
I chose this Emily Dickinson poem in honor of the titles releasing early next month and September from Abingdon Press Fiction. It's a marvelous, wonderful poem, simple and delightful, deep and smart and clever.
There is no Frigate like a Book
To take us Lands away,
Nor any Coursers like a Page
Of prancing Poetry –
This Traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of Toll –
How frugal is the Chariot
That bears a Human soul.
This one's for you Judy, Rita, Kay and Myra and the Abingdon Fiction Team. Glad to be a sister.