A Slash of Blue, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Slash of Blue

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A slash of Blue—

A sweep of Gray—

Some scarlet patches on the way,

Compose an Evening Sky—

A little purple—slipped between—

Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—

A Wave of Gold—

A Bank of Day—

This just makes out the Morning Sky.

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A Slash of Blue

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