Miss Emily,
You chose your own society
Perhaps your soul, so fragile
Needed to be protected from
people who may hurt you unintentionally

Miss Emily,
You wrote about immortality
A subject close to my heart!
In this world of ours
Joy and sorrow coexist
Joy does not last very long
The world of spirit is a more sane one

Solitude was your choice
Your freedom
The birth place of your poems and ideas

Mysterious Miss Emily
You kept everyone guessing
Why this seclusion, they thought…

But if this seclusion made you happy
And was the crucible of your poems
Who are we to question it now…