‘Composed Upon a Sunlit Chair’ by Bruce Dale Wise The Society February 26, 2013 Art, Poetry “Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—” —Emily Dickinson A sunlit chair by Michael John Hunt sits in light, inside a house with open door. It’s at a foyer corner—shadowed bits upon the greenish wall and wooden floor. One almost could envision Emily Elizabeth, appearing, Dickinson, in white, a prisoner of family, locked up in talk with Thomas Higginson. Outside one sees the sky, a tree, the grass, a walk and water, blue and glittering. There, too, one could imagine she would pass between the moment and its filtering. There are so many possibilities. Why is it—beauty— makes one ill at ease? February 12, 2013 Featured image “A Sunlit Chair,” acrylic on panel, 2011 by Michael John Hunt. Related Post ‘Darkness’ and Other Poetry by Christine Lawson Darkness No longer did they see the need For things called books they used to read. Music—no longer symphonies, But simple tunes composed with e... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.