Emily Dickinson

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

Snow Flakes - Poem by Emily Dickinson

I counted till they danced so
Their slippers leaped the town,
And then I took a pencil
To note the rebels down.
And then they grew so jolly
I did resign the prig,
And ten of my once stately toes
Are marshalled for a jig!

Topic(s) of this poem: snow

Comments about Snow Flakes by Emily Dickinson

  • (2/1/2016 11:22:00 PM)

    Ha ha ha- stately toes! The snows of Antan in yourden. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (2/1/2016 3:06:00 PM)

    Dang, the very words are doing a merry jig! She has a light touch with this one that she maintains throughout. Splendid! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (2/1/2016 11:33:00 AM)

    Fabulous metaphor by one of the great poets of all time. Makes me want to dance right along with her. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (2/1/2016 3:23:00 AM)

    Prig, jig! With the muse their dancing steps. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (2/1/2016 2:15:00 AM)

    Nicely thought with a metaphor Snow for life, Hats Off Madam (Report) Reply

  • (1/29/2015 2:05:00 AM)

    Great writing from a great poet and likes it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 8, 2015

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