POEMS: “Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup” by Emily Dickinson

dsc_6372Bring Me The Sunset In A Cup –

Bring me the sunset in a cup,

Reckon the morning’s flagons up

And say how many Dew,

Tell me how far the morning leaps—

Tell me what time the weaver sleeps

Who spun the breadth of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s ecstasy
Among astonished boughs—
How many trips the Tortoise makes—
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite—
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?

 

by Emily Dickinson

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. LindaP says:

    I could use a nice WARM cup of sunset right now!

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    1. I can relate to that! They are calling for more snow!!!

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