Emily Dickinson

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

The Bee Is Not Afraid Of Me - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially—

The Brooks laugh louder when I come—
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?


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  • Rookie - 20 Points William Savage (5/25/2015 3:19:00 PM)

    I like the brashness and strength of your poetry (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 14,632 Points * Sunprincess * (5/25/2014 12:51:00 AM)

    .............oh this is a beautiful write. of summer...loved.. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,632 Points * Sunprincess * (4/1/2014 6:38:00 PM)

    ......ohh I love this poem....it is truly a gem.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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