Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Untitled By Emily Dickinson





I shall keep singing!
Birds will pass me
on their way to yellower climes-
Each-with a Robin's expectation-
I- with my redbreast-
And my rhymes-
.
Late-when I take my place in summer-
But-I shall bring a fuller tune-
Vespers- are sweeter than Matins-signor-
Morning-only the seed of Noon-



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8 comments:

Christopher Kerry Scott Sophie Johnson said...

have a lovely day.

Happy Holidays to All!

Anonymous said...

powerful.

glad to see a variations of features and positive sentiments.

enjoy a perfect Christmas, Sheng.

Anonymous said...

fishing is fun.

Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said...

love the poem.
powerful images.

Unknown said...

a cool post.

Abbey Michael Boyle Blount Fallin said...

yummy post.

Anonymous said...

thoughtful.

Anonymous said...

beautiful sentiments.