Great Regulars: So when she writes, in poem 1540, that

The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone,--

. . . it's ambiguous whether she means me to read those characterizations as being about the weather or about her spirit. So from outside the Dickinson house--sadly the very place in Amherst, Mass., that I know best!--as you look around at the adjoining neighborhood and the heart of the town and the windows up to her secluded rooms, you might get the feeling that, surely, she means both inner and outer.

from David Biespiel: The Oregonian: Poetry: Dickinson gets inside you, though it can be hard to get inside her house

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