poet Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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Frequently The Wood Are Pink


Frequently the wood are pink—
Frequently are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see—
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be—
And the Earth— they tell me—
On its Axis turned!
Wonderful Rotation!
By but twelve performed!

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • * Sunprincess * (11/21/2015 6:20:00 PM)

    ...........very nicely composed...love the title ★

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