an amethyst remembrance

 XXXIII

I held a jewel in my fingers
and went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: “‘T will keep.”

I woke and chid my honest fingers,
the gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
is all I own.

Emily Dickinson
Complete Poems. 1924
(Part 3: Love)

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2 thoughts on “an amethyst remembrance

  1. kvennarad says:

    I adore E.D.

    I say this whenever I find her quoted here on wordpress – she is one of a handful of poets of whom I never buy a collection. I prefer to come across her poems serendipitously, as here.

    M
    __________
    Marie Marshall
    author/poet/editor
    Scotland

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