Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That darkness is about to pass.
-Emily Dickinson
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Here a star, and there a star,
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards - day!
-Emily Dickinson
2 comments:
Good stuff, but never really got the ED bug.
I never really got the poetry bug, to tell you the truth. But she's got all the heart and half the bs of most poets (present company excluded, of course!!) so I dig it :)
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