Saturday, March 2, 2019

Untitled poem by Emily Dickinson: "We like March -- his shoes are Purple."

We like March -- his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high --
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler --
Makes he Forests Dry --
Knows the Adder's Tongue his coming
And begets her spot --
Stands the Sun so close and mighty --
That our Minds are hot.
News is he of all the others --
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky --
   
     --Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

American poet

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