Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

A Science&Mdash;So The Savants Say - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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A science—so the Savants say,
"Comparative Anatomy"—
By which a single bone—
Is made a secret to unfold
Of some rare tenant of the mold,
Else perished in the stone—

So to the eye prospective led,
This meekest flower of the mead
Upon a winter's day,
Stands representative in gold
Of Rose and Lily, manifold,
And countless Butterfly!


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  • Rookie - 181 Points Angelina Holmes (5/5/2014 7:15:00 PM)

    To each his or own :) Beauty is different to all of us. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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