Emily Dickinson

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

But Little Carmine Hath Her Face - Poem by Emily Dickinson


But little Carmine hath her face—
Of Emerald scant—her Gown—
Her Beauty—is the love she doth—
Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;

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  • Rookie - 187 Points Angelina Holmes (5/6/2014 8:41:00 PM)

    What an interesting idea to have a sun in a cup. It's like the world is my oyster kind of idea. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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