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
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
posted by Diane at 4:05 PM
3 Comments:
See the man with the lonely eyes
Oh, take his hand, you'll be surprised
- supertramp
That l'il gal fer McCain or not?
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.
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