I Went to Heaven,—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Went to Heaven,—

I went to heaven,—

‘T was a small town,

Lit with a ruby,

Lathed with down.

Stiller than the fields

At the full dew,

Beautiful as pictures

No man drew.

People like the moth,

Of mechlin, frames,

Duties of gossamer,

And eider names.

Almost contented

I could be

’Mong such unique

Society.

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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