Emily Dickinson

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

"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer


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"Morning"—means "Milking"—to the Farmer—
Dawn—to the Teneriffe—
Dice—to the Maid—
Morning means just Risk—to the Lover—
Just revelation—to the Beloved—

Epicures—date a Breakfast—by it—
Brides—an Apocalypse—
Worlds—a Flood—
Faint-going Lives—Their Lapse from Sighing—
Faith—The Experiment of Our Lord

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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  • Rookie Aliti chen (12/19/2011 12:46:00 AM)

    I'm learning english by myself so that i can read Emily Dickonson' poems, i can't understand Brides—an Apocalypse—and Worlds—a Flood—
    What are they mean? please (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 3 Points Adam Sobh (4/10/2009 11:51:00 AM)

    I'm doing a project on Emily Dickinson for my 11th grade American Literature class, and i need to find a poem by Miss Emily Dickinson and then analyze it, i chose this poem, but i don't really understand it, so if anybody could please explain it to me and help me to better understand it, i would be extremely grateful. (Report) Reply

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