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Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;
Stooping as low as the kitchen window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow,—
And the juggler of day is gone!
This poem is in the public domain.
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Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886) is considered a major American poet, though she was not accorded this honor until well after her death, when her younger sister discovered and began to share the enormous body of work that Emily left behind. A recluse who almost always wore white, Emily was born to a prominent Massachusetts family and spent the bulk of her life inside her home in Amherst. Only seven of her poems were published during her lifetime, and virtually none were published as originally written until the mid 1950s. (Emily's odd punctuation, capitalization, and formatting did not meet with standard publishing "approval" for earlier editions.) There is a whimsical nature to many of her poems, although the subject of death was the most frequent recurring theme.
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CutieKitty2.0:
This poem is beautiful. It makes me feel a peaceful sadness...
Posted 02/16/2023 05:32 PM
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transitions:
Only Emily.
Posted 10/28/2015 12:26 PM
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rhonasheridan:
Emily is a great favourite of mine . Thank you for this lovely one
Posted 10/21/2015 01:00 AM
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tannerlynne:
WOW!
Posted 10/20/2015 08:36 PM
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cork:
Emily, you have allowed me to see the sun in a whole new light. Thank you.
Posted 10/20/2015 03:02 PM
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Sherry:
Love our Emily! I really like how so many of her poems are riddles.
Posted 10/20/2015 10:52 AM
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