Emily Dickinson

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

A Still—volcano—life - Poem by Emily Dickinson


A still—Volcano—Life—
That flickered in the night—
When it was dark enough to do
Without erasing sight—

A quiet—Earthquake Style—
Too subtle to suspect
By natures this side Naples—
The North cannot detect

The Solemn—Torrid—Symbol—
The lips that never lie—
Whose hissing Corals part—and shut—
And Cities—ooze away—

Comments about A Still—volcano—life by Emily Dickinson

  • (2/26/2016 11:04:00 PM)

    Awesome and captivating poem. Thanks for sharing here. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/20/2015 10:52:00 PM)

    .........a nicely penned and captivating write ★ (Report) Reply

  • (5/5/2014 7:26:00 PM)

    oooh very dark but beautiful (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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