Emily Dickinson

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

The Rose Did Caper On Her Cheek - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Rose did caper on her cheek—
Her Bodice rose and fell—
Her pretty speech—like drunken men—
Did stagger pitiful—

Her fingers fumbled at her work—
Her needle would not go—
What ailed so smart a little Maid—
It puzzled me to know—

Till opposite—I spied a cheek
That bore another Rose—
Just opposite—Another speech
That like the Drunkard goes—

A Vest that like her Bodice, danced—
To the immortal tune—
Till those two troubled—little Clocks
Ticked softly into one.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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