Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Moth The Hue Of This - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.


Comments about A Moth The Hue Of This by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie - 175 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 1:32:00 PM)

    moths are cute! hehehe (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,135 Points * Sunprincess * (4/29/2014 10:12:00 PM)

    ........beautiful thoughts on nature....loved this one.. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 59 Points Brian Jani (4/29/2014 1:08:00 AM)

    Good one, I like it please check and review my poems (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Joelstine Gonzaga (2/26/2008 8:45:00 PM)

    Beautiful! ! ! ! I love this poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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