Emily Dickinson

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

I Know Some Lonely Houses Off The Road - Poem by Emily Dickinson


I know some lonely Houses off the Road
A Robber'd like the look of—
Wooden barred,
And Windows hanging low,
Inviting to—
A Portico,
Where two could creep—
One—hand the Tools—
The other peep—
To make sure All's Asleep—
Old fashioned eyes—
Not easy to surprise!

How orderly the Kitchen'd look, by night,
With just a Clock—
But they could gag the Tick—
And Mice won't bark—
And so the Walls—don't tell—

A pair of Spectacles ajar just stir—
An Almanac's aware—
Was it the Mat—winked,
Or a Nervous Star?
The Moon—slides down the stair,
To see who's there!

There's plunder—where—
Tankard, or Spoon—
Earring—or Stone—
A Watch—Some Ancient Brooch
To match the Grandmama—
Staid sleeping—there—

Day—ratt les—too
T he Sun has got as far
As the third Sycamore—
Screams Chanticleer
"Who's there"?

And Echoes—Trains away,
While the old Couple, just astir,
Fancy the Sunrise—left the door ajar!

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  • Gold Star - 36,605 Points * Sunprincess * (9/26/2015 8:35:00 PM)

    ....wonderful poem, an excellent narrative ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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