September Poem of the Month

Will There Really be a "Morning?"
by Emily Dickinson

Will there really be a "Morning?"
Is there such a thing as "Day?"
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Waterlilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?

Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where theplace called "Morning" lies!