poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Read more poems by Emily Dickinson: Emily Dickinson Poems at Poetry X.

154

Except to Heaven, she is nought.
Except for Angels—lone.
Except to some wide-wandering Bee
A flower superfluous blown.

Except for winds—provincial.
Except by Butterflies
Unnoticed as a single dew
That on the Acre lies.

The smallest Housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the Lawn
And somebody has lost the face
That made Existence—Home!

Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 20 Nov 2008 2:10 PM | Viewed: 5104 times

PoetryNotes™ Analysis

A custom PoetryNotes™ eBook may be ordered for this poem. Get help with your homework - delivered in 5-6 days.

For more information...