On my volcano grows the Grass

Poem By Emily Dickinson

On my volcano grows the Grass
A meditative spot -
An acre for a Bird to choose
Would be the General thought -

How red the Fire rocks below -
How insecure the sod
Did I disclose
Would populate with awe my solitude.

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On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - // beautiful
.............vivid imagery, a most amazing poem ★


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