Emily Dickinson

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

All The Letters I Can Write - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this—
Syllables of Velvet—
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee—
Play it were a Humming Bird—
And just sipped—me—


Comments about All The Letters I Can Write by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie - 184 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 7:32:00 AM)

    My fav line in this poem is Depths of Ruby, undrained, Very nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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