Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?
Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?
Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!
by EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON (1830-1886)
Public Domain Poetry






Speculating on whether one can taste the intangible. But, you can!
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Agreed! 😉
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Delightful!
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We quite agree! 😀
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I love this
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It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
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Tony,
Very poetic and visual. Have a great morning. Thanks, Gary
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Thanks for reading the classic poets with us, Gary!
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Tony,
Of course.
Gary
Gary Avants Forbear Productions * *garyavants66@gmail.com garyavants66@gmail.com
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Always loved her.
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We can certainly understand why! 😀
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😻
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Good ol’Em Dickinson,
She could write some pretty prose,
She was quite the poetical one.
But no Joyce Kilmer, PLEASE,
His sappy work is the death of rows and rows
Of perfectly good and happy trees.
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Gonna have to keep our eyes peeled for him then! 😛
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Your words carry the whimsical essence of curiosity, as if pondering the elusive nature of the intangible “morning.”👍🏼
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Agreed. It’s amazing how resonant yesterday’s poets remain in this day and age!
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🤝🎉
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