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A poem by Emily Dickinson–

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.

Posted on February 14, 2011 at 10:45 am in Literature, Poetry, Writers   |  RSS feed |   Respond   |   Trackback URL