Emily Dickinson

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

Kill Your Balm—and Its Odors Bless You - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Kill your Balm—and its Odors bless you—
Bare your Jessamine—to the storm—
And she will fling her maddest perfume—
Haply—your Summer night to Charm—

Stab the Bird—that built in your bosom—
Oh, could you catch her last Refrain—
Bubble! "forgive"—"Some better"—Bubble!
"Carol for Him—when I am gone"!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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