my literary ramble

More Emily Dickinson for today's literary ramble. I cannot help it. I am obsessed with her right now and I finally just got a book of her work. I wish I enjoyed her more when I lived in Amherst (since people there are dickinson crazy).

The image was taken of Felicity over Christmas. This poem makes me think of her.

As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To continents of summer,
To firaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
I say, as if this little flower
To Eden wandered in--
What then? Why, nothing, only
Your inference therefrom!

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