Emily Dickinson: We do not play on Graves - Because there is'nt Roo
We do not play on Graves -
Because there is'nt Room -
Besides - it isn't even - it slants
And People come -
And put a Flower on it -
And hang their faces so -
We're fearing that their Hearts will drop -
And crush our pretty play -
And so we move as far
As Enemies - away -
Just looking round to see how far
It is - Occasionally.
Emily Dickinson
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Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that "New life"...
No Notice gave She, but a Change -
No Message, but a Sigh -
For Whom, the Time did not suffice
That She should specify.
She was not warm, though Summer shone
Nor scrupulous of cold
Though Rime by Rime...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel -
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill -
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose -
Partakes without alighting
And p...