Good Morning—midnight Poem by Emily Dickinson
Good Morning—midnight
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Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming Home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn't want me—now—
So—Goodnight—Day!
I can look—can't I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—
You—are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!
Very melodramatic...whether real or imaginary, the content is with highly magical expression...wishing good morning to midnight is indeed catchy and meaningful...excellent as always
(Good Morning—midnight - Poem by Emily Dickinson.) From an early bird, back to being nocturnal. An excellent play on words.
....a wonderful write with a fantastic use of metaphors ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Do the commentators know this poem is about depair, touched with hope " I can look Can't I when the East is Red?