Emily Dickinson

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

Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Like Some Old fashioned Miracle
When Summertime is done—
Seems Summer's Recollection
And the Affairs of June

As infinite Tradition
As Cinderella's Bays—
Or Little John—of Lincoln Green—
Or Blue Beard's Galleries—

Her Bees have a fictitious Hum—
Her Blossoms, like a Dream—
Elate us—till we almost weep—
So plausible—they seem—

Her Memories like Strains—Review—
When Orchestra is dumb—
The Violin in Baize replaced—
And Ear—and Heaven—numb—


Comments about Like Some Old Fashioned Miracle by Emily Dickinson

  • Sriranji Aratisankar (8/16/2016 12:43:00 AM)


    Her Memories like Strains—Review—
    When Orchestra is dumb—
    The Violin in Baize replaced—
    And Ear—and Heaven—numb—
    Excellent....
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  • Soulful Heart (11/30/2014 11:06:00 AM)


    beautifully concise of summative fairy tale... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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