Emily Dickinson

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

Dust Is The Only Secret - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Dust is the only Secret—
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his "native town."

Nobody know "his Father"—
Never was a Boy—
Hadn't any playmates,
Or "Early history"—

Industrious! Laconic!
Punctual! Sedate!
Bold as a Brigand!
Stiller than a Fleet!

Builds, like a Bird, too!
Christ robs the Nest—
Robin after Robin
Smuggled to Rest!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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