Emily Dickinson 10/12/1830 ❤️

I wouldn’t be writing poems without her inspiration

More than 1800 poems hidden before arriving to our destination

The world owes you honor and respect of your priceless poetry fascination

I will forever keep your deep love for nature contemplation

As my poetry dedication ✨

 

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Two: Nature   

             XXXIX

BRING me the sunset in a cup,

Reckon the morning’s flagons up,         

  And say how many dew;         

Tell me how far the morning leaps,     

Tell me what time the weaver sleeps          5

  Who spun the breadths of blue!           

 

Write me how many notes there be    

In the new robin’s ecstasy        

  Among astonished boughs;    

How many trips the tortoise makes,            10

How many cups the bee partakes,—   

  The debauchee of dews!          

 

Also, who laid the rainbow’s piers,       

Also, who leads the docile spheres       

  By withes of supple blue?                15

Whose fingers string the stalactite,      

Who counts the wampum of the night,             

  To see that none is due?          

 

  Who built this little Alban house         

And shut the windows down so close          20

  My spirit cannot see?

Who ’ll let me out some gala day,         

With implements to fly away,

  Passing pomposity?