{"id":3545,"date":"2013-12-13T10:13:16","date_gmt":"2013-12-13T08:13:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3545"},"modified":"2013-12-13T10:20:21","modified_gmt":"2013-12-13T08:20:21","slug":"taking-off-emily-dickinson-s-clothes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3545","title":{"rendered":"Taking Off Emily Dickinson&#8217; s Clothes"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>\n<p><a title=\"kc-cobweb-1\" href=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/kc-cobweb-1.jpg\" rel=\"prettyPhoto-img\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-3546 alignleft\" alt=\"kc-cobweb-1\" src=\"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/12\/kc-cobweb-1.jpg\" width=\"431\" height=\"286\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"sc-blockquote\"><strong>Taking Off Emily Dickinson&#8217; s Clothes<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>First, her tippet made of tulle,<br \/>easily lifted off her shoulders and laid<br \/>on the back of a wooden chair.<\/p>\n<p>And her bonnet,<br \/>the bow undone with a light forward pull.<\/p>\n<p>Then the long white dress, a more<br \/>complicated matter with mother-of-pearl<br \/>buttons down the back,<br \/>so tiny and numerous that it takes forever<br \/>before my hands can part the fabric,<br \/>like a swimmer&#8217;s dividing water,<br \/>and slip inside.<\/p>\n<p>You will want to know<br \/>that she was standing<br \/>by an open window in an upstairs bedroom,<br \/>motionless, a little wide-eyed,<br \/>looking out at the orchard below,<br \/>the white dress puddled at her feet<br \/>on the wide-board, hardwood floor.<\/p>\n<p>The complexity of women&#8217;s undergarments<br \/>in nineteenth-century America<br \/>is not to be waved off,<br \/>and I proceeded like a polar explorer<br \/>through clips, clasps, and moorings,<br \/>catches, straps, and whalebone stays,<br \/>sailing toward the iceberg of her nakedness.<\/p>\n<p>Later, I wrote in a notebook<br \/>it was like riding a swan into the night,<br \/>but, of course, I cannot tell you everything &#8211;<br \/>the way she closed her eyes to the orchard,<br \/>how her hair tumbled free of its pins,<br \/>how there were sudden dashes<br \/>whenever we spoke.<\/p>\n<p>What I can tell you is<br \/>it was terribly quiet in Amherst<br \/>that Sabbath afternoon,<br \/>nothing but a carriage passing the house,<br \/>a fly buzzing in a windowpane.<\/p>\n<p>So I could plainly hear her inhale<br \/>when I undid the very top<br \/>hook-and-eye fastener of her corset<\/p>\n<p>and I could hear her sigh when finally it was unloosed,<br \/>the way some readers sigh when they realize<br \/>that Hope has feathers,<br \/>that reason is a plank,<br \/>that life is a loaded gun<br \/>that looks right at you with a yellow eye.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0<br \/>\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>from &#8221; Taking Off Emily Dickinson\u2019 s Clothes (2000)&#8221;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">\u00a0<br \/><em>Billy Collins<\/em><\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3545","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-contemporary-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3545","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3545"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3545\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3548,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3545\/revisions\/3548"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}