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Poems by Emily Dickinson

Poetess, born friday december 10, 1830 in Amherst, Massachusetts (United States), died saturday may 15, 1886 in Amherst, Massachusetts (United States)
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Some Rainbow - coming from the Fair!
Some Vision of the World Cashmere -
I confidently see!
Or else a Peacock's purple Train
Feather by feather - on the plain
Fritters itself away!
The dreamy Butterflies bestir!
Lethargic pools resume the whirr
Of last year's sundered tune!
From some old Fortress on the Sun
Baronial Bees - march - one by one -
In murmuring platoon!
The Robins stand as thick today
As flakes of snow stood yesterday -
On fence - and Roof - and Twig!
The Orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover - Don the Sun!
Revisiting the Bog!
Without Commander! Countless! Still!
The Regiments of Wood and Hill
In bright detachment stand!
Behold! Whose Multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas -
Or what Circassian Land?
Emily Dickinson
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    To venerate the simple days
    Which lead the seasons by -
    Needs but to remember
    That from you or I,
    They may take the trifle
    Termed mortality!
    To invest existence with a stately air -
    Needs but to remember
    That the Acorn there
    Is the egg of forest
    For the upper Air!
    Emily Dickinson
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      Her face was in a bed of hair,
      Like flowers in a plot -
      Her hand was whiter than the sperm
      That feeds the sacred light.
      Her tongue more tender than the tune
      That totters in the leaves -
      Who hears may be incredulous,
      Who witnesses, believes
      Emily Dickinson
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        I died for Beauty - but was scarce
        Adjusted in the Tomb
        When One who died for Truth, was lain
        In an adjoining Room
        He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
        "For Beauty", I replied
        "And I for Truth Themself are One
        We Bretheren, are", He said.
        And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night
        We talked between the Rooms
        Until the Moss had reached our lips
        And covered up - our names.
        Emily Dickinson
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          Mine - by the Right of the White Election!
          Mine - by the Royal Seal!
          Mine - by the Sign in the Scarlet prison -
          Bars - cannot conceal!
          Mine - here - in Vision - and in Veto!
          Mine - by the Grave's Repeal -
          Titled - Confirmed -
          Delirious Charter!
          Mine - while Ages steal!
          Emily Dickinson
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