Quote by: Emily Dickinson

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless grass, No eye could find the place; But God on his repealless list Can summon every face


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Author Bio


  • NameEmily Dickinson
  • DescriptionAmerican poet
  • AliasesEmily Elizabeth Dickinson; Emily Dickenson
  • BornDecember 10, 1830
  • DiedMay 15, 1886
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionWriter; Poet
  • AwardsNational Women's Hall Of Fame