Emily Dickinson

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

Inconceivably Solemn! - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Inconceivably solemn!
Things go gay
Pierce—by the very Press
Of Imagery—

Their far Parades—order on the eye
With a mute Pomp—
A pleading Pageantry—

Flags, are a brave sight—
But no true Eye
Ever went by One—
Steadily—

Music's triumphant—
But the fine Ear
Winces with delight
Are Drums too near—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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