Emily Dickinson

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

When Diamonds Are A Legend - Poem by Emily Dickinson


When Diamonds are a Legend,
And Diadems—a Tale—
I Brooch and Earrings for Myself,
Do sow, and Raise for sale—

And tho' I'm scarce accounted,
My Art, a Summer Day—had Patrons—
Once—it was a Queen—
And once—a Butterfly—

Comments about When Diamonds Are A Legend by Emily Dickinson

  • (1/22/2016 9:50:00 PM)

    ............beautiful poem...beautiful title....her art is her poetry, and summer days are her diamonds ★ (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
  • Brian Jani (6/20/2014 3:59:00 PM)

    I don't understand it but mainly because I'm still an amateur poet but I can see its a good poem (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: butterfly, summer

Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

[Report Error]