Study of a Fluttershy

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(Poem No. 557)
by Emily Dickinson

She hideth Her the last –
And is the first, to rise –
Her Night doth hardly recompense
The Closing of Her eyes –

She doth Her Purple Work –
And putteth Her away
In low Apartments in the Sod –
As Worthily as We.

To imitate Her life
As impotent would be
As make of Our imperfect Mints,
The Julep – of the Bee –

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Author: Miles Rausch

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1 thought on “Study of a Fluttershy”

  1. I am colorblind
    Coffee black and egg white
    Pull me out from inside
    I am ready
    I am ready
    I am ready

    I am taffy stuck and tongue tied
    Stutter shook and uptight
    Pull me out from inside
    I am ready
    I am ready
    I am ready

    I am fine

    I am covered in skin
    No one gets to come in
    Pull me out from inside
    I am folded and unfolded and unfolding

    I am colorblind
    Coffee black and egg white
    Pull me out from inside
    I am ready
    I am ready
    I am ready

    I am fine.
    I am fine.
    I am fine.

    Counting Crows – Colorblind

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