Come slowly, Eden
Lips unused to thee.
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,
As the fainting bee,
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums,
Counts his nectars -alights,
And is lost in balms!
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Wow. I never knew Dickinson as one to write erotica...obviously one of the many writers out there who just can't resist the topic of the birds and the bees...the allusions to nature make one reflect on what Dickinson is trying to get across-- she definitely isn't condemning sex like her lessons at the seminary had told her to. The first line really grabs me though. Of course, the Dickinsonian dash separates the thought...first come slowly, and then an exclamation of eden...very sexually charged imagery...this woman was horny.
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