Study of a Fluttershy

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(Poem No. 557)
by Emily Dickinson

She hideth Her the last -
And is the first, to rise -
Her Night doth hardly recompense
The Closing of Her eyes -

She doth Her Purple Work -
And putteth Her away
In low Apartments in the Sod -
As Worthily as We.

To imitate Her life
As impotent would be
As make of Our imperfect Mints,
The Julep - of the Bee -

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1 Response to “Study of a Fluttershy”

  1. Gravatar Icon 1 soft.and.gentle

    I am colorblind
    Coffee black and egg white
    Pull me out from inside
    I am ready
    I am ready
    I am ready

    I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
    Stutter shook and uptight
    Pull me out from inside
    I am ready
    I am ready
    I am ready

    I am fine

    I am covered in skin
    No one gets to come in
    Pull me out from inside
    I am folded and unfolded and unfolding

    I am colorblind
    Coffee black and egg white
    Pull me out from inside
    I am ready
    I am ready
    I am ready

    I am fine.
    I am fine.
    I am fine.

    Counting Crows - Colorblind