This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes Poem by Emily Dickinson

This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes



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This—is the land—the Sunset washes—
These—are the Banks of the Yellow Sea—
Where it rose—or whither it rushes—
These—are the Western Mystery!

Night after Night
Her purple traffic
Strews the landing with Opal Bales—
Merchantmen—poise upon Horizons—
Dip—and vanish like Orioles!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Indira Renganathan 02 December 2016

Wonderful watch on the yellow sea....a special way of thinking is Emily's way

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Emily Dickinson

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