Good Morning—midnight


Good Morning—Midnight—
I'm coming Home—
Day—got tired of Me—
How could I—of Him?

Sunshine was a sweet place—
I liked to stay—
But Morn—didn't want me—now—

I can look—can't I—
When the East is Red?
The Hills—have a way—then—
That puts the Heart—abroad—

You—are not so fair—Midnight—
I chose—Day—
But—please take a little Girl—
He turned away!

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (3)

Very melodramatic...whether real or imaginary, the content is with highly magical expression...wishing good morning to midnight is indeed catchy and meaningful...excellent as always
(Good Morning—midnight - Poem by Emily Dickinson.) From an early bird, back to being nocturnal. An excellent play on words.
....a wonderful write with a fantastic use of metaphors ★