Emily Dickinson

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

It Makes No Difference Abroad - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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It makes no difference abroad—
The Seasons—fit—the same—
The Mornings blossom into Noons—
And split their Pods of Flame—

Wild flowers—kindle in the Woods—
The Brooks slam—all the Day—
No Black bird bates his Banjo—
For passing Calvary—

Auto da Fe—and Judgment—
Are nothing to the Bee—
His separation from His Rose—
To Him—sums Misery—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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