Emily Dickinson Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Emily Dickinson



little eye not made by man,
all woman seem to have.
Available to none, are honey bees.
Clinging to my window, butterflies.

If only screens were made back then,
the past, beyond tomorrow comes again.
The voices heard inside my head that say,
honey so sweet the bread is made today.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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