Emily Dickinson

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

Essential Oils—are Wrung

Poem by Emily Dickinson


Essential Oils—are wrung—
The Attar from the Rose
Be not expressed by Suns—alone—
It is the gift of Screws—

The General Rose—decay—
But this—in Lady's Drawer
Make Summer—When the Lady lie
In Ceaseless Rosemary—

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  • * Sunprincess * (11/28/2015 12:39:00 PM)

    .........a beautiful capturing the essence of summer ★(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004