Emily Dickinson

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

This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes - Poem by Emily Dickinson


This—is the land—the Sunset washes—
These—are the Banks of the Yellow Sea—
Where it rose—or whither it rushes—
These—are the Western Mystery!

Night after Night
Her purple traffic
Strews the landing with Opal Bales—
Merchantmen—poise upon Horizons—
Dip—and vanish like Orioles!

Comments about This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes by Emily Dickinson

  • Indira Renganathan (12/2/2016 9:15:00 AM)

    Wonderful watch on the yellow sea....a special way of thinking is Emily's way (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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