A review by moralopezb
Poems by Emily Monroe Dickinson, Emily Dickinson

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A Drop fell on the Apple Tree –
Another – on the Roof –
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves –
And made the Gables laugh -

A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea –
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls –
What Necklaces could be –

The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads –
The Birds jocoser sung –
The Sunshine threw his Hat away –
The Bushes – spangles flung –

The Breezes brought dejected Lutes –
And bathed them in the Glee –
The Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the fête away –

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How happy I was if I could forget
To remember how sad I am
(…)

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A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.