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We Like March
Emily Dickinson


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 ?


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Awe - some and all. Loved the handwritten note too, thanks. Not a favorite month but Miss Emily has me re-thinking that! Judy
Posted 03/06/2017 02:03 PM
Wonderful post Jayne of Dickinson's hand-written version as well as the published version. Her subtle, delicate, technique provides we lesser poets with a virtual education! Thank you.
Posted 03/06/2017 12:52 PM
I thoroughly enjoyed this lovely little Emily poem--which I read with my itchy, weepy eyes. Achooo! Thanks, Jayne! Janice
Posted 03/06/2017 08:14 AM
Bravo, Emily! Bravo, March! Thanks Jayne. Fascinating to see her script.
Posted 03/06/2017 06:48 AM
Read it several times and then loved it! But it took a bit of reading.
Posted 03/06/2017 04:15 AM
This is an interesting variation from Dickinson's usual Common Meter, using eight and five syllable lines.
Posted 03/06/2017 03:20 AM

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