some of my Emily Dickinson
Carol Peters
View my complete profile
a
b
c
d
e
f
g
h
i
j
k
l
m
n
o
p
q
r
s
t
u
v
w
y
zealots for ED (like me)
archive
▼
2010
(23)
►
February
(1)
▼
January
(22)
It was a quiet way —
September's Baccalaureate
Ashes denote that Fire was —
What Soft — Cherubic Creatures —
'Tis so appalling — it exhilirates —
Knows how to forget!
An Antiquated Tree
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
All forgot for recollecting
Uncertain lease — developes lustre
A nearness to Tremendousness —
He showed me Hights I never saw —
His Bill is locked — his Eye estranged
Drama's Vitallest Expression is the Common Day
Finding is the first Act
Is it true, dear Sue?
As Watchers hang opon the East —
Me prove it now — Whoever doubt
Bees are Black — with Gilt Surcingles —
Between My Country — and the Others —
One Blessing had I than the rest
The World — feels Dusty
►
2009
(93)
►
December
(31)
►
November
(30)
►
October
(31)
►
September
(1)
Monday, January 4, 2010
Bees are Black — with Gilt Surcingles —
Bees are Black — with Gilt Surcingles —
Buccaneers of Buzz —
Ride abroad in ostentation
And subsist on Fuzz —
Fuzz ordained — not Fuzz contingent —
Marrows of the Hill.
Jugs — a Universe’s fracture
Could not jar or spill.
1 comment:
Anonymous
January 10, 2010 at 3:53 PM
one of my faves
Reply
Delete
Replies
Reply
Add comment
Load more...
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
one of my faves
ReplyDelete