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Bloom upon the Mountain—stated—
Blameless of a Name—
Efflorescence of a Sunset—
Reproduced—the same—
Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing
Should endow the Day—
Not a Topic of a Twilight—
Show itself away—
Who for tilling—to the Mountain
Come, and disappear—
Whose be Her Renown, or fading,
Witness, is not here—
While I state—the Solemn Petals,
Far as North—and East,
Far as South and West—expanding—
Culminate—in Rest—
And the Mountain to the Evening
Fit His Countenance—
Indicating, by no Muscle—
The Experience—
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Comments2I REALLY ENJOYED READING THIS POEM! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL AND DELICATE PORTRAYAL OF NATURE AND THE HUMBLE BEAUTY OF LIFE'S UNENDING CYCLE. TRULY INSPIRING!
Gota say, left a strong impression on me, this piece by Emily Dickinson. Gives like a sense of tranquility and peace. Her use of imagery around nature is just so vivid that you visualize everything. Puts you though a transquel place, makes you reflect on life and peace. Great work by a phenomenal poet.