Her&Mdash;"Last Poems" Poem by Emily Dickinson

Her&Mdash;"Last Poems"

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Her—"last Poems"—
Poets—ended—
Silver—perished—with her Tongue—
Not on Record—bubbled other,
Flute—or Woman—
So divine—
Not unto its Summer—Morning
Robin—uttered Half the Tune—
Gushed too free for the Adoring—
From the Anglo-Florentine—
Late—the Praise—
'Tis dull—conferring
On the Head too High to Crown—
Diadem—or Ducal Showing—
Be its Grave—sufficient sign—
Nought—that We—No Poet's Kinsman—
Suffocate—with easy woe—
What, and if, Ourself a Bridegroom—
Put Her down—in Italy?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 18 November 2015

..........most interesting....seems as if this poem is missing some words ★

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Emily Dickinson

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