Her face was in a bed of hair,
Like flowers in a plot —
Her hand was whiter than the sperm
That feeds the sacred light.
Her tongue more tender than the tune
That totters in the leaves —
Who hears may be incredulous,
Who witnesses, believes.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Her face was in a bed of hair,

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  1. Stephen says:

    Does this poem seem to be describing one woman partaking in oral sex with another woman, or am i misinterperating it?

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