Poems ✍️

  10.06.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

How fits his Umber Coat

How fits his Umber Coat
The Tailor of the Nut?
Combined without a seam
Like Raiment of a Dream -

Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
Computed how the girth?
The Chestnut aged grows
In those primeval Clothes -

We know that we are wise -
Accomplished in Surprise -
Yet by this Countryman -
This nature - how undone!




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