Emily Dickinson

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

These—saw Visions - Poem by Emily Dickinson


These—saw Visions—
Latch them softly—
These—held Dimples—
Smooth them slow—
This—addressed departing accents—
Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so—

This—We stroked—
Unnumbered Satin—
These—we held among our own—
Fingers of the Slim Aurora—
Not so arrogant—this Noon—

These—adjust—that ran to meet us—
Pearl—for Stocking—Pearl for Shoe—
Paradise—the only Palace
Fit for Her reception—now—

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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