‘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. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.