Friday, May 5, 2017

Daily Dose


From The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson, edited by Thomas H. Johnson

553

You cannot put a Fire out—
A Thing that can ignite
Can go, itself, without a Fan—
Upon the slowest Night—

You cannot fold a Flood—
And put it in a Drawer—
Because the Winds would find it out—
And tell your Cedar Floor—

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