Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Part Five: The Single Hound by Emily Dickinson

 

 



I THINK that the root of the Wind is Water,
It would not sound so deep
Were it a firmamental product,
Airs no Oceans keep—
Mediterranean intonations,        5
To a Current’s ear
There is a maritime conviction
In the atmosphere.



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