Perhaps death gave me awe for friends, striking sharp and early, for I held them since in a brittle love, of more alarm than peace. I trust you may pass the limit of war; and though not reared to prayer, when service is had in church for our arms, I include yourself.
And even as the conflict in Afghanistan chugs on, seemingly undirected and self-propelled, winding down yet suspiciously permanent, the saber-rattling continues for military intervention in Iran...from many of the same Very Serious People who were responsible for the wars of the 2000s. Far from being shamed and discredited, they continue, inexplicably, to hold court and are still looked to as elder statesmen.
They should heed the uneasy words of Ms. Dickinson.
War feels to me an oblique place.
A place to which we must not venture.