Emily Dickinson
A HitchHiker Poet
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I bought one of her books today...Great writing
Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet..
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HAVE you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And blushing birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
And nobody, knows, so still it flows,
That any brook is there;
And yet your little draught of life
Is daily drunken there.
Then look out for the little brook in March,
When the rivers overflow,
And the snows come hurrying from the hills,
And the bridges often go.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows parching lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
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I hide myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too-
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fasding from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness.
what's it called.....
I've got to find that now.....
Heaven is what I cannot reach!
The apple on the tree,
Provided it do hopeless hang,
That "heaven" is, to me.
The color on the cruising cloud,
The interdicted ground
Behind the hill, the house behind,-
There Paradise is found!
Most of her poetry is titled by the first line of the poem. So in this case, the title is most likely "I hide myself within my flower", if it has a title at all.
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