by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson


Her-"last Poems"-
Silver-perished-with her Tongue-
Not on Record-bubbled other,
Flute-or Woman-
So divine-
Not unto its Summer-Morning
Robin-uttered Half the Tune-
Gushed too free for the Adoring-
From the Anglo-Florentine-
Late-the Praise-
'Tis dull-conferring
On the Head too High to Crown-
Diadem-or Ducal Showing-
Be its Grave-sufficient sign-
Nought-that We-No Poet's Kinsman-
Suffocate-with easy woe-
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom-
Put Her down-in Italy?

Last updated June 21, 2015