"I'm ceded - I've stopped being Their's -"
I'm ceded - I've stopped being Their's - The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now, And They can put it with my Dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools, I've finished threading - too - Baptized, before, without the choice, But this time, consciously, Of Grace - Unto supremest name - Called to my Full - The Crescent dropped - Existence's whole Arc, filled up, With one - small Diadem - My second Rank - too small the first - Crowned - Crowing - on my Father's breast - A half unconscious Queen - But this time - Adequate - Erect, With Will to choose, Or to reject, And I choose, just a Crown - Fr 353 This Dickinson poem focuses on the relationship of personal choice and identity through a feminist lens. Aside from the occasional slant rhyme, the poem does not have a set form or rhyme scheme. However, there is repetition in the rhythm of the three stanzas that holds the poem