I’ve been soul-filled and mind-absorbed and heart-rendered to the the poems of Emily Dickinson lately – like this oldie but goodie…
“Tell all the truth but tell it slant,
Success in circuit lies,
Too bright for our infirm delight
The truth’s superb surprise;
As lightning to the children eased
With explanation kind,
The truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind.”
-“Tell All the Truth,” Emily Dickinson
And that, my friends, is all.
What about you? As the English teacher formerly known as myself, might I ask what you think this poem means? And HOW do we let truth dazzle gradually?