Emily Dickinson

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

All The Letters I Can Write - Poem by Emily Dickinson


All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this—
Syllables of Velvet—
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee—
Play it were a Humming Bird—
And just sipped—me—

Comments about All The Letters I Can Write by Emily Dickinson

  • Unknown Spirit (4/13/2017 4:25:00 PM)

    All the letters i can write are laden with mediocrities and mean level. You do write simple and consequently you got accented.
    Inspirational poem.
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  • (9/22/2015 7:39:00 PM)

    ............this is a beautiful poem...love this ★ (Report) Reply

  • (5/6/2014 7:32:00 AM)

    My fav line in this poem is Depths of Ruby, undrained, Very nice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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