Our Emily Dickinson
Poems written after Emily Dickinson
A word is dead
When it is said
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
—Emily Dickinson (1212)
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Summer Cicada by Sam Fox
Summer cicada,
lay your blunt body
on my windowsill.
Solidarity,
I might join you still.
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