Where does the good go

Poetry in a pinch

Emily Dickinson – There is another sky

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin, Never mind silent fields –
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers I hear the bright bee hum
Prithee, my brother, Into my garden come

7 Responses to “Poetry in a pinch”

  1. Pi Says:

    “Ickinson” likes Avatar.

  2. Dawn summers Says:

    Whoops, that was posed to be Emily Dickinson! And she most certainly does not!

  3. Alceste Says:

    Does a Dawn Summers’ comment mean that you were not arrested for livetweeting your traffic stop after all?

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    Indeed. I remain at large.

  5. Jamie Says:

    I’m pretty sure no one ever came into Emily Dickinson’s garden.

  6. Pearatty Says:

    Jamie’s gross.

  7. Alceste Says:

    Good to hear you’re not in jail, but somehow I imagined a road trip by Dawn Summers would involve more semi-live blogging and tweeting.

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