Emily Dickinson

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

The Dying Need But Little, Dear,-- - Poem by Emily Dickinson

The dying need but little, dear,--
A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 15, 2001

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