A Sunday Afternoon Poem

Emily Dickinson Throws Away Poem
One Seven Seven Six

She is at her desk
late in the day
looking out at the orchard
and barn, at the lovers path
between, and all beginning
to quiet. The cows in the stalls,
the bees returning to hive.
The day long.
The dying deep.
The blotter clear but for one sheet
a few words and dashes
crumpled and left
for the housekeeper
to remove before dinner.

~ Clark Myers

Emily Dickinson was from Amherst, MA - where she wrote 1,789 poems.
Today, there are ongoing readings of Emily's poems in her home. Her famous white dress is available for public viewing upstairs - behind glass.