In honor of Martin Luther King Day, a poem from the divine Emily Dickinson:
Color – Caste – Denomination
Color — Caste — Denomination —
These — are Time’s Affair —
Death’s diviner Classifying
Does not know they are —
As in sleep — All Hue forgotten —
Tenets — put behind —
Death’s large — Democratic fingers
Rub away the Brand —
If Circassian — He is careless —
If He put away
Chrysalis of Blonde — or Umber —
Equal Butterfly —
They emerge from His Obscuring —
What Death — knows so well —
Our minuter intuitions —
Deem unplausible —
(Via Wikisource; but I give credit for the idea of posting this poem to the Academy of American Poets, which used it for its Poem of the Day yesterday.)
