Letter 392 (August 1873) Susan Gilbert Dickinson Emily Dickinson
On this page, discover the full lyrics of the song "Letter 392 (August 1873) Susan Gilbert Dickinson" by Emily Dickinson. Lyrxo.com offers the most comprehensive and accurate lyrics, helping you connect with the music you love on a deeper level. Ideal for dedicated fans and anyone who appreciates quality music.
Sister
Our parting was somewhat interspersed and I cannot conclude which went. I shall be cautious not to so as to miss no one.
Vinnie drank your Coffee and has looked a little like you since, which is nearly a comfort.
Austin has had two calls and is very tired - One from Professor Tyler, and the other from Father. I am afraid they will call here.
Bun has run away - Disaffection - doubtless - as to the Supplies. Ned is a better Quarter Master than his vagrant Papa.
The little Turkey is lonely and the Chickens bring him to call. His foreign Neck in familiar Grass is quaint as a Dromedary. I suppose the Wind has chastened the Bows on Mattie's impudent Hat and the Sea presumed as far as he dare on her Stratified Stockings.
If her Basket wont hold the Boulders she picks, I will send a Bin.
Ned is much lamented and his Circus Airs in the Rowen will be doubly sweet.
Bela Dickinson's son is the only Basso remaining.
It rains every pleasant Day now and Dickens' Maggie's Lawn will be green as a Courtier's.
Love for your Brother and Sister - please - and the dear Lords.
Nature gives her love -
Twlight touches Amherst with his yellow Glove.
Our parting was somewhat interspersed and I cannot conclude which went. I shall be cautious not to so as to miss no one.
Vinnie drank your Coffee and has looked a little like you since, which is nearly a comfort.
Austin has had two calls and is very tired - One from Professor Tyler, and the other from Father. I am afraid they will call here.
Bun has run away - Disaffection - doubtless - as to the Supplies. Ned is a better Quarter Master than his vagrant Papa.
The little Turkey is lonely and the Chickens bring him to call. His foreign Neck in familiar Grass is quaint as a Dromedary. I suppose the Wind has chastened the Bows on Mattie's impudent Hat and the Sea presumed as far as he dare on her Stratified Stockings.
If her Basket wont hold the Boulders she picks, I will send a Bin.
Ned is much lamented and his Circus Airs in the Rowen will be doubly sweet.
Bela Dickinson's son is the only Basso remaining.
It rains every pleasant Day now and Dickens' Maggie's Lawn will be green as a Courtier's.
Love for your Brother and Sister - please - and the dear Lords.
Nature gives her love -
Twlight touches Amherst with his yellow Glove.
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!