Glass was the Street – in Tinsel Peril by Emily Dickinson

Glass was the Street – in Tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood.
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road.

Shot the lithe Sleds like Shod vibrations
Emphacized and gone
It is the Past’s supreme italic
Makes the Present mean –

More from Emily Dickinson:

• Surgeons must be very careful
• Tell all the truth but tell it slant
• There is no Frigate like a Book
• There’s a certain Slant of light
• They shut me up in Prose
• This World is not Conclusion