I would distil a cup,
And bear to all my friends,
Drinking to her no more astir,
By beck, or burn, or moor!

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3 Comments

  1. ike says:

    Whoever posted that first comment is a reteard! If I feel that she is a crackhead, I’ll say that, period! And while im on that same note, I’l say whatever I damn well want!

  2. Julie Hudson says:

    I do not know why you guys do not screen the comments made on some of the poems here, but for anyone to say that Miss Dickinson was a “crackhead” is obscene,and does not need to take away from the wonerment of this poem. Only someone with no soul, would be able to make that kind of comment anyway. And I really am not sure why he is reading her poems if that is how he feels. Thank you.

  3. Marc says:

    Personally I think that Emily is a crack-head with some of the things she writes. I love poetry, but this stuff sounds like she got high, grabbed a pen and then started writing. She has some good ones, don’t get me wrong, but for the majority I just want to say, “WHAT WAS SHE SMOKING WHEN SHE WROTE THIS, IT MUST HAVE BEEN GOOD!!!!”

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