Emily Dickinson

Flowers well if Anybody

poem 137

Flowers Well if anybody Can the ecstasy define Half a transport half a trouble With which flowers humble men: Anybody find the fountain From which floods so contra flow I will give him all the Daisies Which upon the hillside blow. Too much pathos in their faces For a simple breast like mine Butterflies from St. Domingo Cruising round the purple line Have a system of aesthetics Far superior to mine.

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