Emily Dickinson

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

Distrustful Of The Gentian - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Distrustful of the Gentian—
And just to turn away,
The fluttering of her fringes
Child my perfidy—
Weary for my—————
I will singing go—
I shall not feel the sleet—then—
I shall not fear the snow.

Flees so the phantom meadow
Before the breathless Bee—
So bubble brooks in deserts
On Ears that dying lie—
Burn so the Evening Spires
To Eyes that Closing go—
Hangs so distant Heaven—
To a hand below.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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