Emily Dickinson Poem

This slow Day moved along —

0
Please log in or register to do it.

This slow Day moved along —
I heard its axles go
As if they could not hoist themselves
They hated motion so —

I told my soul to come —
It was no use to wait —
We went and played and came again
And it was out of sight —

Those — dying then
This Me — that walks and works — must die

Reactions

0
0
0
0
0
0
Already reacted for this post.

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

GIF