Emily Dickinson

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

A Moth The Hue Of This - Poem by Emily Dickinson


A Moth the hue of this
Haunts Candles in Brazil.
Nature's Experience would make
Our Reddest Second pale.

Nature is fond, I sometimes think,
Of Trinkets, as a Girl.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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