A slash of Blue —
A sweep of Gray —
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky —
A little purple — slipped between —
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on —
A Wave of Gold —
A Bank of Day —
This just makes out the Morning Sky.
A slash of Blue —
A sweep of Gray —
Some scarlet patches on the way,
Compose an Evening Sky —
A little purple — slipped between —
Some Ruby Trousers hurried on —
A Wave of Gold —
A Bank of Day —
This just makes out the Morning Sky.
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i like your poem a slash of blue
Pretty!
In case you really lack that much knowledge on Dickinson’s work or any poetry at all, there is always the literal meaning and then another meaning that you have to investigate or read between the lines to get!
Kind of like the childhood nursery rhyme “Ring Around the Rosie Pocket Full of Posies Ashes Ashes We all Fall Down” I believe it is referring to the Plague, or something I can’t quite remember but I do know “We All Fall Down” is referring to death. Please don’t make comments if they don’t require even a shred of intelligence.