Fascicle Two, Sheet 3d

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Emily Dickinson, macrophotography, photography, Poetry

Macro photo of moss

I robbed the Woods–
The trusting Woods–
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their burs and mosses
My fantasy to please–
I scanned their trinkets curious–
I grasped–I bore away–
What will the solemn Hemlock–
What will the Oak tree say?
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859

Fascicle Two, Sheet 3c

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

Sign in Cottonwood, Arizona.

I’ve got an arrow here.
Loving the hand that sent it
I the dart revere.

Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”!
Vanquished, my soul will know
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer’s bow.
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859

Fascicle 2, Sheet 3b

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

To venerate the simple days
Which lead the seasons by–
Needs but to remember
That from you or I,
They make take the trifle
Termed mortality!

To invest existence with a stately air–
Needs but to remember
That the Acorn there
Is the egg of forests
For the upper Air!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859

Fascicle Two, Sheet 3a

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Emily Dickinson, photography, Poetry

“Lethe” in my flower,
Of which they who drink,
In the fadeless Orchards
Hear the bobolink!

Merely flake or petal
As the eye beholds
Jupiter! My father!
I perceive the rose!
~~Emily Dickinson, c. early 1859