Emily Dickinson

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

Her Breast Is Fit For Pearls - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Her breast is fit for pearls,
But I was not a "Diver"—
Her brow is fit for thrones
But I have not a crest.
Her heart is fit for home—
I—a Sparrow—build there
Sweet of twigs and twine
My perennial nest.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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