Lavinia Norcross Dickinson

“if we had come up for the first time from two wells where we had hitherto been bred her astonishment would not be greater at some things I say”

Emily Dickinson 

Lavinia Norcross Dickinson

One Sister have I in our house -     

And one a hedge away.    

There’s only one recorded,      

But both belong to me.     

 

One came the way that I came -              

And wore my past year’s gown -    

The other as a bird her nest,   

Builded our hearts among.

 

She did not sing as we did -    

It was a different tune -    

Herself to her a Music

As Bumble-bee of June.     

 

Today is far from Childhood -

But up and down the hills 

I held her hand the tighter -           

Which shortened all the miles -      

  

And still her hum

The years among,      

Deceives the Butterfly;     

Still in her Eye

The Violets lie    

Mouldered this many May.        

 

I spilt the dew -

But took the morn, -  

I chose this single star     

From out the wide night’s numbers -    

Sue - forevermore!

Emily Dickinson 


 Pray gather me anemone! 

Ample make her bed

His caravan of red 

Me-come! My dazzled face  

Develops pearl and weed

But peers beyond her mesh

Surgeons must be very careful

Water is taught by thirst

I could not prove that years had feet

April played her fiddle

A violin in Baize replaced

I think the longest hour

The spirit lasts

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