Emily Dickinson Undressing

They shut me up in Prose –
As when a little Girl
They put me in the Closet –
Because they liked me "still" –

Still! Could themself have peeped –
And seen my Brain – go round –
They might as wise have lodged a Bird
For Treason – in the Pound –

Emily Dickinson, c. 1862

Imagine (if possible) a woman dressed in an endless garment, one that is woven

of everything the magazine of Fashion says, for this garment without end is 

proffered through a text which is itself unending.
—Roland Barthes