April 16th, 2006
Out Of The Morning
Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!
-Emily Dickinson
Tags: Out Of The Morning, Emily Dickinson
madhavi says:
jolly ol’ poem!
April 17th, 2006 at 11:53 am