the prowling Bee
Blogging all the poems of Emily Dickinson by Susan Kornfeld and Adam DeGraff
30 May 2015
The Red — Blaze — is the Morning —
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The Red — Blaze — is the Morning — The Violet — is Noon — The Yellow — Day — is falling — And after that — is None — But Miles of Spark...
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24 May 2015
The Manner of its Death
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The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die — 'Tis deemed a privilege to choose — 'Twas Major Andre's Way — When Choic...
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22 April 2015
When Bells stop ringing — Church — begins –
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When Bells stop ringing — Church — begins – The Positive — of Bells — When Cogs — stop — that's Circumference — The Ultimate — of Wh...
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16 April 2015
Note
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I would just like to take a moment, close my eyes, take a deep breath, and celebrate the completion of 600 commentaries. I only have 1189 le...
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Her — last Poems —
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Her — last Poems — Poets ended — Silver — perished — with her Tongue — Not on Record — bubbled Other, Flute — or Woman — so divine — N...
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12 April 2015
We do not play on Graves —
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We do not play on Graves — Because there isn't Room — Besides — it isn't even — it slants And People come — And put a Flower on...
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05 April 2015
The Brain — is wider than the Sky —
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The Brain — is wider than the Sky — For — put them side by side — The one the other will contain With ease — and You — beside — The Bra...
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28 March 2015
'Tis little I — could care for Pearls —
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'Tis little I — could care for Pearls — Who own the Ample sea — Or Brooches — when the Emperor — With Rubies — pelteth me — Or Gold...
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24 March 2015
Ourselves were wed one summer — dear —
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Ourselves were wed one summer — dear — Your Vision — was in June — And when Your little Lifetime failed, I wearied — too — of mine — A...
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