Dreamt of Emily Dickinson
星期二 九月 22, 2009 4:11 pm
I came across the ocean,
to meet you at your garden
where you drew the deepest sea,
birds perching on their deference.
I wandered in your walled world,
far away from fame,
feasted with lines and dashes,
all unsaid wisdom.
You stood tall in your shadowy room,
Death drove in and out;
on your gravestone, he carved,
you outlive him.