Postcard front:
I know a thing or two about Emily
the poet who hand-bound botany books
in her free time.
Someone once told me
she filled her room with poems
including piling them under the floor boards.
I see the drawer I have filled
and wonder
If I need her solitude
to write as much as she.
She is the lover
to many poets like me
I could not tell you what makes our affair
any different.
But I could tell you I called her
my only teacher,
refused to read verses by any other,
kept a list of all the ways
I could be just like her.
-Georganna Poindexter
“A letter to Emily” excerpt
Postcard verso:
Dearest Emily,
Happy birthday!
Thank you for all you
brought to the world
and for inspiring more
than you would ever
imagine –
Love from
Westchester, NY!