To Emily Dickinson
There used to be a woman called Emily Dickinson
She spent 55 years for thinking about life's goal
Her ideas were recorded in more than 1800 poems
Of them, I always think of the angel's work
She was forced arriving at this earth
And trapped in the world of mortal and eternal
She struggled with them a come and go
By having an incomparably stubborn soul
She told "Hope" to us like that,
It is a thing with feathers and the like
Flying to and fro among the bustling crowds
...
She sighed life for “Success"
That could be the sweetest thing one can get
...
She urged people to pursue eternal lives
And can't stop and wait for death
As she believed lives essence must be immortal
...
Beautiful poems always like that
Pushing her a great poet worldwide!
Copyright © Xuefeng Pan | Year Posted 2019
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