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Emily Dickinson

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

Flowers—Well—if anybody


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Flowers—Well—if anybody
Can the ecstasy define—
Half a transport—half a trouble—
With which flowers humble men:
Anybody find the fountain
From which floods so contra flow—
I will give him all the Daisies
Which upon the hillside blow.

Too much pathos in their faces
For a simple breast like mine—
Butterflies from St. Domingo
Cruising round the purple line—
Have a system of aesthetics—
Far superior to mine.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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