Internal House


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    Internal House

    The deeds performed below the
    head without noticing the internal
    Well exposed are lonely lands
    and sun and water help flowers
    To feed the world and
    replenish neglected valleys,
    To fling windows open
    and illuminate dark room,
    To find the  gain of a house
    of felt and happy  am I until I
    am awake again.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    adacn’s Poems (15)

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    Mine Forever 0
    humor 2
    Unfinished Past 2
    Night Fantasies 1
    Rapture Passage 0
    "Stolen Innocence" 0
    Internal House 0
    Blue Eyes 1
    My God 3
    One Man 0
    Streams of Life 2
    Mean Soul 1
    Locked Beside Me 2
    Sunny 1
    Alive Forever In My Heart 0