Perhaps I asked too large —
I take — no less than skies —
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town —
My Basked holds — just — Firmaments —
Those — dangle easy — on my arm,
But smaller bundles — Cram.
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)