Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXVII ("On the bleakness of my lot")

Updated May 6, 2020 | Infoplease Staff
by EmilyDickinson
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XXVII

On the bleakness of my lot
Bloom I strove to raise.
Late, my acre of a rock
Yielded grape and maize.
Soil of flint if steadfast tilled
Will reward the hand;
Seed of palm by Lybian sun
Fructified in sand.
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