Frequently the woods are pink- by Emily Dickinson

Frequently the woods are pink-
Frequently are brown
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see –
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be –
And the Earth – they tell me –
On its Axis turned!
Wonderful Rotation!
By but twelve performed!


Emily Dickinson, 1854, Poem #6

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