Emily Dickinson

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

Would You Like Summer? Taste Of Ours - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Would you like summer? Taste of ours.
Spices? Buy here!
Ill! We have berries, for the parching!
Weary! Furloughs of down!
Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on!
Captive! We bring reprieve of roses!
Fainting! Flasks of air!
Even for Death, a fairy medicine.
But, which is it, sir?

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  • (1/22/2016 11:23:00 PM)

    ........a lovely write, summer is one of my favorite seasons ★ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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