It happened everyone! Emily Dickinson got published in The Springfield Republican, all of Amherst pauses to celebrate her and her incredible accomplishment, and Death himself stops to hand her the keys to the Underworld and awards her immortality!

Just kidding. Emily gets published and the world keeps turning because people are busy and they all have lives. Our girl turns invisible and gets to listen in on what everyone thinks about her. Meanwhile, the events in the barn pay off as we learn that the profits from The Constellation are being used to fund John Brown's raid on Harper's Ferry. And as every good American History student knows, this totally works and there are no bad consequences whatsoever... Just kidding (again).

Digressions include getting an end-of-life plan, Patricia Highsmith, and lots of unexpected bodily fluids. Join us, won't you?

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Here are two Emily poems for today:

I taste a liquor never brewed – 

Inebriate of air – am I – 

When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats – 

AND:

Fame is a bee.