She sweeps with many-colored Brooms –
And leaves the Shreds behind –
Oh Housewife in the Evening West –
Come back, and dust the Pond!
You dropped a Purple Ravelling in –
You dropped an Amber thread –
And now you’ve littered all the East
With Duds of Emerald!
And still, she plies her spotted Brooms,
And still the Aprons fly,
Till Brooms fade softly into stars –
And then I come away-
This week’s poem features the first Dickinson poem I ever read. I read it in Elementary School.
Do you remember the first poem you read that was by Emily Dickinson? Tell me in a comment!