South Winds Jostle Them Poem by Emily Dickinson

South Winds Jostle Them

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South Winds jostle them—
Bumblebees come—
Hover—hesitate—
Drink, and are gone—

Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere—
I—softly plucking,
Present them here!

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Amherst / Massachusetts
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