Emily Dickinson

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

One Sister Have I In Our House - Poem by Emily Dickinson


One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

One came the road that I came—
And wore my last year's gown—
The other, as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did—
It was a different tune—
Herself to her a music
As Bumble bee of June.

Today is far from Childhood—
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter—
Which shortened all the miles—

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew—
But took the morn—
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers—
Sue - forevermore!

Comments about One Sister Have I In Our House by Emily Dickinson

  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (3/22/2016 3:28:00 AM)

    Nicely composed, Thanks. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (12/31/2015 2:06:00 PM)

    The poem is mostly written in iambic trimeter with the second and fourth line of each quatrain rhyming- well, okay, sometimes slant rhyming.. (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2015 9:32:00 AM)

    Wow I likes this poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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