Emily and me

I was thinking about that post about my dream. I mentioned the I35W bridge collapse so briefly--no thoughts on how awful it was, no prayers, no condolences--even though it was right here in Minnesota. That got me to thinking about my old heroine and soul mate, Emily Dickinson. She was born in December of 1830. She died in May of 1886. She would have been in her thirties during the long and bloody American Civil War. But in all of her letters and poems she never mentioned it.