Shakespeare as Dickinson

Or is it Dickinson as Shakespeare? I thought of this effort and found it — still there! — on the hard drive. It’s William Shakespeare’s sonnet 73 in the manner of Emily Dickinson, something I wrote in 2003 for a poetry class I was teaching.

And now I’m somehow thinking of this sonnet in the manner of early Tom Waits: “It’s a cold November, winter coming on, the trees are all bare, the birds are all gone,” or something like that.