Emily Dickinson

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

Pigmy Seraphs—gone Astray - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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Pigmy seraphs—gone astray—
Velvet people from Vevay—
Balles from some lost summer day—
Bees exclusive Coterie—
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with Emerald—
Venice could not show a check
Of a tint so lustrous meek—
Never such an Ambuscade
As of briar and leaf displayed
For my little damask maid—

I had rather wear her grace
Than an Earl's distinguished face—
I had rather dwell like her
Than be "Duke of Exeter"—
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the Bumblebee.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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