Emily Dickinson

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

The Robin's My Criterion For Tune - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune—
Because I grow—where Robins do—
But, were I Cuckoo born—
I'd swear by him—
The ode familiar—rules the Noon—
The Buttercup's, my Whim for Bloom—
Because, we're Orchard sprung—
But, were I Britain born,
I'd Daisies spurn—
None but the Nut—October fit—
Because, through dropping it,
The Seasons flit—I'm taught—
Without the Snow's Tableau
Winter, were lie—to me—
Because I see—New Englandly—
The Queen, discerns like me—
Provincially—


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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