Emily Dickinson

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

I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose - Poem by Emily Dickinson

I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"

But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile.
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.


Comments about I’ll Tell You How The Sun Rose by Emily Dickinson

  • Rookie Dennis Green (9/1/2011 12:46:00 AM)

    This is truly epic. Has such depth of joy and sorrow. I love it so. Very very moving. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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