poems from dickinson to eudocia converse flynt

All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this -
Syllables of Velvet -
Sentences of Plush,
Depths of Ruby, undrained,
Hid, Lip, for Thee -
Play it were a Humming Bird -
And just sipped - me -

thomas johnson's note on poem 334 | index to dickinson/flynt poems

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