Emily Dickinson

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

Of Brussels—it Was Not - Poem by Emily Dickinson

Of Brussels—it was not—
Of Kidderminster? Nay—
The Winds did buy it of the Woods—
They—sold it unto me

It was a gentle price—
The poorest—could afford—
It was within the frugal purse
Of Beggar—or of Bird—

Of small and spicy Yards—
In hue—a mellow Dun—
Of Sunshine—and of Sere—Composed—
But, principally—of Sun—

The Wind—unrolled it fast—
And spread it on the Ground—
Upholsterer of the Pines—is He—
Upholsterer—of the Pond—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Friday, January 20, 2012


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