Come out your room, Ms. Dickinson,
and come to town with me.
I've been told you're not too bad
at writing poetry.
Come out your room, Ms. Dickinson!
Let the whole world see,
for there's only one Dickinson
we love like Emily.
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Comments2
Good tribute to a super poet.
Andy
Thanks Andy!
She travelled the depths and breaths of human nature like few ever have or will do: she glided, while we trudged - through life...
solitude, like all things unknown and thus feared - has its own virtues,
if only all of us can live our life as free, as she was in that room of hers
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