Sunday, April 07, 2013

Poetry Prayer #11

I got the name of my first original play from this poem. A quick google to get the full text proves that I was not the only one to be drawn to that line.

Part Three: Love

by Emily Dickinson

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,—        5
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own.

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