She died — this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
She died — this was the way she died.
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem She died — this was the way she died.
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osing, while Cory was short and skinny. Lois was now feeling the affect of all the liquor she had consumed that
he was really turned on by her large size!
ory, that was his name, was coming to an end. Cory picked up the check and said,”My treat!” Walking out into th
Everything can be sacrified to get this poetess’s innocent sight.
She is a greate poet!! She has her unique style. it touched my heart.
Ее стихи – прекрасны, они столь близки к нам, к современности, при том, что жили она в 19 веке!! она опередила свое время!!
Советую всем.
the poem is original and very heart felt
This poem is wonderful. I love it.
iluv it it’s just like me
your poem is the good poem i read. mi father says it was very different