Emily Dickinson

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

Beauty&Mdash;Be Not Caused&Mdash;It Is - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Beauty—be not caused—It Is—
Chase it, and it ceases—
Chase it not, and it abides—

Overtake the Creases

In the Meadow—when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro' it—
Deity will see to it
That You never do it—

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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