Wednesday Poetry Break

Today is the birthday of poet Emily Dickinson. I love her poetry, but it took me a while to find one to post on this gray rainy morning that is not full of depression and death. So, I did  my best. Enjoy! (And I hope Emily doesn’t mind the snow falling on her. But being a New England gal and all, she should be used to it.)

I started Early-Took my Dog- emily_dickinson2

I started Early—Took my Dog—
And visited the Sea—
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me—

And Frigates—in the Upper Floor
Extended Hempen Hands—
Presuming Me to be a Mouse—
Aground—upon the Sands—

But no Man moved Me—till the Tide
Went past my simple Shoe—
And past my Apron—and my Belt
And past my Bodice—too—

And made as He would eat me up—
As wholly as a Dew
Upon a Dandelion’s Sleeve—
And then—I started—too—

And He—He followed—close behind—
I felt His Silver Heel
Upon my Ankle—Then my Shoes
Would overflow with Pearl—

Until We met the Solid Town—
No One He seemed to know—
And bowing—with a Mighty look
At me—The Sea withdrew—

— Emily Dickinson

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