Evening Poetry, June 1

Morning

by Emily Dickinson

Will there really be a morning?

Is there such a thing as day?

Could I see it from the mountains

If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water-lilies?

Has it feathers like a bird?

Is it brought from famous countries

Of which I have never heard?

Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!

Oh, some wise man from the skies!

Please to tell a little pilgrim

Where the place called morning lies.

You can find this poem in Favorite Poems Old and New selected by Helen Ferris.

2 thoughts on “Evening Poetry, June 1

    • Kim June 1, 2019 / 6:02 pm

      Oh, you’re so welcome! Thanks so much for the feedback. I like this one too!

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