December
10

Emily Dickinson

Posted by Reely, on December 10, 2007 at 11:56 am.
Categories: Literature

I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me,–as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races nurtured in the dark;–
How would your own begin?
Can blaze be done in cochineal,
Or noon in mazarin?

Whatever she meant by that, Happy Birthday, Emily

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