A Set Of Tanka For Emily Dickinson

clad in lily-white
she sweeps into each room
and out again....
the woman in my vision
remains a winter dream

loneliness...
the thing with feathers
perches on my heartstrings
singing 'there is no there there'
throughout this snowy night

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 18 March 2014

a beautiful thing CL, thanks to Emily.

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Gajanan Mishra 18 March 2014

perches in my heart, right. Please read my poems and comment.

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