A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson.
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Good Morning — Midnight –
I’m coming Home –
Day — got tired of Me –
How could I — of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place –
I liked to stay –
But Morn — didn’t want me — now –
So — Goodnight — Day!
I can look — can’t I –
When the East is Red?
The Hills — have a way — then –
That puts the Heart — abroad –
You — are not so fair — Midnight –
I chose — Day –
But — please take a little Girl –
He turned away!
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If He dissolve — then –
there is nothing — more –
Eclipse — at Midnight –
It was dark — before –
Sunset — at Easter –
Blindness — on the Dawn –
Faint Star of Bethlehem –
Gone down!
Would but some God — inform Him –
Or it be too late!
Say — that the pulse just lisps –
The Chariots wait –
Say — that a little life — for His –
Is leaking — red –
His little Spaniel — tell Him!
Will He heed?
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Whose are the little beds, I asked
Which in the valleys lie?
Some shook their heads, and others smiled –
And no one made reply.
Perhaps they did not hear, I said,
I will inquire again –
Whose are the beds — the tiny beds
So thick upon the plain?
‘Tis Daisy, in the shortest –
A little further on –
Nearest the door — to wake the Ist –
Little Leontoden.
‘Tis Iris, Sir, and Aster –
Anemone, and Bell –
Bartsia, in the blanket red –
And chubby Daffodil.
Meanwhile, at many cradles
Her busy foot she plied –
Humming the quaintest lullaby
That ever rocked a child.
Hush! Epigea wakens!
The Crocus stirs her lids –
Rhodora’s cheek is crimson,
She’s dreaming of the woods!
Then turning from them reverent –
Their bedtime ’tis, she said –
The Bumble bees will wake them
When April woods are red.
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If this is “fading”
Oh let me immediately “fade”!
If this is “dying”
Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If this is “sleep,”
On such a night
How proud to shut the eye!
Good Evening, gentle Fellow men!
Peacock presumes to die!
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