Emily Dickinson

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

Good Morning—midnight - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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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—
So—Goodnight—Day!

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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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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