Emily Dickinson

Make Me A Picture Of The Sun

poem 188

Make me a picture of the sun So I can hang it in my room And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it Day! Draw me a Robin on a stem So I am hearing him, I’ll dream, And when the Orchards stop their tune Put my pretense away Say if it’s really warm at noon Whether it’s Buttercups that skim Or Butterflies that bloom? Then skip the frost upon the lea And skip the Russet on the tree Let’s play those never come!

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