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Emily dickinson-
I never saw a Moor-
I never saw the Sea-
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven-
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given-
I never saw a Moor-
I never saw the Sea-
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.
I never spoke with God
Nor visited in Heaven-
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the checks were given-
posted by Glenn Rye | 8:05 AM
1 Comments:
Whether you resd them or recite them from memory, your grasp of poetry is a feat not many can claim. And your choice of material is always appropriate, no matter the reason or season.
Ann
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