spaces, columns, and overlapping planes)—and absorb the visual and acoustic aspects of the manuscripts: these singular objects balance between poetry and visual art. When she was only sixteen Emily Dickinson wrote, in a letter to her friend Abiah Root, “Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance & the new coming moment claims our attention.” Envelope Poems claims our attention with a new Emily Dickinson.

Emily Dickinson sent this miniscule two-inch-long pencil in a letter to the Bowles, “If it had no pencil, | Would it try mine – ” (A695), wryly nudging them to write. It was enveloped in a letter folded into thirds horizontally, pinned closed at each side.