Emily Dickinson

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

Good Morning—midnight - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming Home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn't want me—now—

I can look—can't I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—

You—are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!

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  • Gold Star - 36,621 Points * Sunprincess * (11/19/2015 11:49:00 AM)

    ....a wonderful write with a fantastic use of metaphors ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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