Poem of the Week

Frequently the woods are pink -
Frequently, are brown.
Frequently the hills undress
Behind my native town -
Oft a head is crested
I was wont to see -
And as oft a cranny
Where it used to be -
And the Earth - they tell me
On it's axis turned!
Wonderful rotation -
By but twelve performed!

Fr 24 Reprinted by permission.

Try these pages:

Solve the Poem of the Week Word Search
Learn more about Dickinson’s poetry
Read about her family and friends
Find answers to frequently asked questions
Check out Dickinson in the News