She sweeps with many colored brooms…

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She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
.

You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;


And now you’ve littered all the East
With duds of emerald!

And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars

And then I come away.

(poem by Emily Dickinson; images: FreeDigitalPhotos.net)

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