Emily

When I first read this poem it went "I felt a Cleavage in my Mind". It was some time ago, but I remember because it led me to think-- Why Emily! Just where is your mind at? And it's no wonder there's some variation given her handwriting. But "cleft" is a word not heard much these days, and  I doubt that the Rock of Ages was split for me, cleft, being the past tense for cleave. I would be cleaving to that Rock, but cleavage would indicate a crevasse or a split. But these sort of discussions are what brings all the social/political discourse we have today. Besides I tend to start thinking in prose and people get short. Fortunately, a prosaic mind easily flips to flowers.

Some slob has let these awful Chicory weeds grow, quick! chop them down, stomp on them! Some people are simply untidy!