Emily Dickinson’s 1000th Poem

Here is a simple poem from Emily that is delightful to read, enjoy:
 
 

  #1000

The Fingers of the Light

Tapped soft upon the Town

With “I am great and cannot wait

So therefore let me in.”

 

“You’re soon,” the Town replied,

“My faces are asleep –

But swear, and I will let you by,

You will not wake them up.”

 

The easy Guest complied

But once within the Town

The transport of His Countenance

Awakened Maid and man

 

The Neighbor in the Pool

Upon His Hip elate

Make loud obeisance and the Gnat

Held  up His Cup for Light.

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