Sunday, March 09, 2008

Sunday Poetry: Emily Dickinson

COME SLOWLY, EDEN!

COME slowly, Eden!
Lips unused to thee,
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars--enters,
And is lost in balms!


Emily Dickinson

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

See the man with the lonely eyes
Oh, take his hand, you'll be surprised
- supertramp

9:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That l'il gal fer McCain or not?

11:05 AM  
Blogger shrimplate said...

I cannot be certain what Dickenson had in mind when she wrote that, but it seems rather... uh, graphic. To me.

Oh well. Everything's either concave or convex.

6:49 PM  

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