I am Eve — Alias Mrs. Adam — Emily Dickinson

Macarena Aldama — Bella Vista — Provincia de Buenos Aires — March 2017 — Photograph — Alex Waterhouse-Hayward

At age sixteen, Emily Dickinson wrote a letter to her friend Abiah Root, which contained the following passage:

I have lately come to the conclusion that I am Eve, alias Mrs. Adam. You know there is no account of her death in the Bible, and why am not I Eve? If you find any statements which you think likely to prove the truth of the case, I wish you would send them to me without delay.

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 The music of the violin does not emerge alone.
 The Charm invests her face
 A sepal, a petal and a thorn
 The Savior must have been a docile Gentleman
 T were blessed to have seen
 There is no frigate like a book

I pay in satin cash
 Emily Dickinson’s White Dress & a Hunter of Lost Souls

El vestido blanco — The White Dress
 Water makes many beds
 The viola da gamba
 But sequence ravelled out of reach
 A parasol is the umbrella’s daughter
 Without the power to die
 Lessons on the piny
 Ample make this bed
 How happy is the little stone

Sleep is supposed to be
 The shutting of the eye
 I dwell in possibility
when Sappho was a living girl
 In a library
 A light exists in spring
 The lady dare not lift her veil
 I took my power in my hand
 I find my feet have further goals
 I cannot dance upon my toes
 The Music of the Violin does not emerge alone
 Red Blaze
 He touched me, so I live to know
 Rear Window- The Entering Takes Away
 Said Death to Passion
 We Wear the Mask That Grins And Lies
 It was not death for I stood alone
 
The Music in the Violin Does Not Emerge Alone
 
I tend my flowers for thee
Lavinia Norcross Dickinson
Pray gather me anemone! 
Ample make her bed 
His caravan of red 
Me-come! My dazzled face 
Develops pearl and weed
But peers beyond her mesh
Surgeons must be very careful
Water is taught by thirst
I could not prove that years had feet
April played her fiddle
A violin in Baize replaced
I think the longest hour
The spirit lasts
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