Emily Dickinson’s “The Wind — tapped like a tired Man” is a reenactment of permission to release myself from the custom of duty and responsibility. 

The Wind – tapped like a tired Man –
And like a Host – “Come in”
I boldly answered – entered then
My residence within

A Rapid – footless Guest –
To offer whom a Chair
Were as impossible as hand
A Sofa to the Air –

No bone had he to bind Him –
His Speech was like the Push
Of numerous Humming Birds at once
From a superior Bush –

His Countenance – a Billow –
His Fingers, as he passed
Let go a music – as of tunes
Blown tremulous in Glass –

He visited – still flitting –
Then like a timid Man
Again, He tapped – ’twas flurriedly –
And I became alone

My whole attitude could be compared to a holiday party where I am the guest as well as the hostess, “I boldly answered — entered then”.  

“A Rapid — footless Guest”, who cannot take a seat any more than I can “hand / A Sofa to the Air — ”, may be wine, if I make it interchangeable with “The Wind — ”.

But, whether “His Speech was like the Push / Of numerous Humming Birds at once” means alcohol-induced feelings of superiority, the billowing wind, or my vice of sometimes seeing relationships as a stage on which to perform, I know where the challenge lies. For I, like “societies are said to swing like pendulums between alternating phases of vigour and decay; progress and reaction; licentiousness and puritanism. Each outward movement produces a crisis of excess which leads to a reaction. The equilibrium position is hard to achieve and always unstable,” says Robert Skidelsky more».

I’m going to enjoy this mood. This is the time for all of us to be ourselves, but it also is the time to become conscious of who we are. The holidays and my buoyancy “let go a music — as of tunes”, yet, “still flitting — ”

It is one thing to be ourselves; it is another to know ourselves. We can use this time for both. “And I became alone —”.

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