Emily Dickinson

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

This Is A Blossom Of The Brain - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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This is a Blossom of the Brain—
A small—italic Seed
Lodged by Design or Happening
The Spirit fructified—

Shy as the Wind of his Chambers
Swift as a Freshet's Tongue
So of the Flower of the Soul
Its process is unknown.

When it is found, a few rejoice
The Wise convey it Home
Carefully cherishing the spot
If other Flower become.

When it is lost, that Day shall be
The Funeral of God,
Upon his Breast, a closing Soul
The Flower of our Lord.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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