There is another sky by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!

by Emily Dickinson

Review:
I read this a few times, and every time i read this poem, the poem seems creepier and creepier. Come into my garden brother?!

Word of the day:

equivocate

  \ ih-KWIV-uh-kayt \  , intransitive verb;

1.

To be deliberately ambiguous or unclear in order to mislead or to avoid committing oneself to anythingdefinite.

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