December 26th, 2005
My flower
I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.
I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness
- Emily Dickinson
anirudh says:
hmmm !
December 26th, 2005 at 07:26 pm
Kunal Goel says:
vase is to be read as vess.
common meter.
good poem.
December 27th, 2005 at 03:18 am