Emily Dickinson

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

A Still—volcano—life - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—

A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect

The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—


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  • Rookie - 181 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 7:26:00 PM)

    oooh very dark but beautiful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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