Emily Dickinson

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

The Sunrise Runs For Both - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Sunrise runs for Both—
The East—Her Purple Troth
Keeps with the Hill—
The Noon unwinds Her Blue
Till One Breadth cover Two—
Remotest—still—

Nor does the Night forget
A Lamp for Each—to set—
Wicks wide away—
The North—Her blazing Sign
Erects in Iodine—
Till Both—can see—

The Midnight's Dusky Arms
Clasp Hemispheres, and Homes
And so
Upon Her Bosom—One—
And One upon Her Hem—
Both lie—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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