I held a jewel by Emily Dickinson
I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"
I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
Actually none of Emily Dickinson's poems were titled some were numbered and none were set up in lines like the one above since she was nearly blind. She only had secret loves and none can be proven still today. She wrote much on loss and and on immortality even going as far as to say her writing was alive. Though she felt that way, little of her works were published until after her death. She wrote for herself and loved for herself.
And went to sleep
The day was warm, and winds were prosy
I said, "Twill keep"
I woke - and chide my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own
Actually none of Emily Dickinson's poems were titled some were numbered and none were set up in lines like the one above since she was nearly blind. She only had secret loves and none can be proven still today. She wrote much on loss and and on immortality even going as far as to say her writing was alive. Though she felt that way, little of her works were published until after her death. She wrote for herself and loved for herself.