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We like March

by Emily Dickinson

We like March, his shoes are Purple.
He is new and high —
Makes he Mud for Dog and Peddler —
Makes he Forests Dry.

Knows the Adder’s Tongue his coming
And begets her spot —
Stands the Sun so close and mighty —
That our Minds are hot.

News is he of all the others —
Bold it were to die
With the Blue Birds buccaneering
On his British sky —


March 12, 2011 at 4:19 pm Leave a comment