Emily Dickinson

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

Whose Cheek Is This? - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Whose cheek is this?
What rosy face
Has lost a blush today?
I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
And bore her safe away.

Robins, in the tradition
Did cover such with leaves,
But which the cheek—
And which the pall
My scrutiny deceives.

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (6/21/2016 9:16:00 AM)

    A beautifully conceived short and sweet poem with smooth flow and rich in rhyme and rhythm. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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