Wednesday, April 29, 2015

All the letters I can write by Emily Dickinson



All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this --
Syllables of Velvet --
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee --
Play it were a Humming Bird --
And just sipped -- me --
- Emily Dickinson


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