1744

The joy that has no stem no core,
Nor seed that we can sow,
Is edible to longing.
But ablative to show.

By fundamental palates
Those products are preferred
Impregnable to transit
And patented by pod.

(C) Emily Dickinson
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Emily Dickinson

• Come Slowly
• A Bee His Burnished Carriage
• The Future-never Spoke
• A Bird Came Down The Walk
• A Clock Stopped
• Home
• It Struck Me Every Day
• A Diamond On The Hand
• There Came A Wind Like A Bugle
• I Died For Beauty
• A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
• I Reason, Earth Is Short
• I Have Never Seen
• A Great Hope Fell
• A Tongue-to Tell Him I Am True!
• This Is My Letter To The World,
• Dust Is The Only Secret
• A Man May Make A Remark
• A Letter Is A Joy Of Earth
• I Ment To Find Her When I Came;
• A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky