Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Hemlock
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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The Hemlock
The Hemlock
I think the hemlock likes to stand
Upon a marge of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And satisfies an awe
Upon a marge of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And satisfies an awe
That men must slake in wilderness,
Or in the desert cloy, —
An instinct for the hoar, the bald,
Lapland's necessity.
Or in the desert cloy, —
An instinct for the hoar, the bald,
Lapland's necessity.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his tabernacles play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
But children on the Don
Beneath his tabernacles play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
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