The possibility of song (Walt sings a duet with Emily)

[just mercedes]

I love reading those two together, btw, though it never happened upon me to fuse them. I found them so alike as I read them, but I think much of my enjoyment came from how different, ultimately how separate, they were, Walt with his steamy sex and overlong lines, Emily with her chaste fire and meticulously constructed houses of cards. But this fusion --- Walt seems to emphasize Emily's crazy hotsies, while Emily seems to actually make Walt truly transcendental. All the love!

Needs a bit of polish, though, in terms of the tenses and commas and shit, though that would make this less of a readymade. The styles of the two are already a little heavy, Emily's even moreso, so that at parts of this fusion, things become a grind. Still, all the love, all the love!

Thanks for reading - and yes, the tenses, and first/second/third person changes, make it less logical(?).

I had a massive revelation about Emily recently. I'd never realized that she was writing at the same time as Whitman (I rarely think about a poet's contemporaries). When I did, I thought about her response to the Civil War - exactly the opposite to Whitman's. She internalized her responses, but she still had them, and they came out in her poetry, but in disguise.

So then I had to try to put them together. (I did this too with a cento made from alternate lines of Plath and Hughes, years ago)

And thank you, you saw what I saw. Makes Emily a lot less strange, for me. I had fun.