Emily Dickinson

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

The Skies Can'T Keep Their Secret! - Poem by Emily Dickinson


The Skies can't keep their secret!
They tell it to the Hills—
The Hills just tell the Orchards—
And they—the Daffodils!

A Bird—by chance—that goes that way—
Soft overhears the whole—
If I should bribe the little Bird—
Who knows but she would tell?

I think I won't—however—
It's finer—not to know—
If Summer were an Axiom—
What sorcery had Snow?

So keep your secret—Father!
I would not—if I could,
Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do,
In your new-fashioned world!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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