Emily Dickinson – Selected Poems (2)

Nature rarer uses yellow
Than another hue;
Saves she all of that for sunsets,-
Prodigal blue,

Spending scarlet like a woman,
Yellow she affords
Only scantly and selectly,
Like a lover’s words.

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I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The Stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.

I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,-
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.

_ From Emily Dickinson Selected Poems