I had a long standing argument with Emily Dickinson when I was a student. I thought therre was something thin in her poems. Too much hype and not enough hipness. Here's a poem I wrote about her work: Midnight Somewhere there is A short lyric by Emily Dickinson that begins With that straight dark word "Midnight" and ends With these two quiet lines: "The train passes oh so slowly But the grief will never end." When I first read it I was Young, eighteen, a student. Too young to know what Really feeds us, I laughed And said to my friend Mike Rychlewski, "And they call This oatmeal poetry? They Should feed it to the cows."