Emily Dickinson was born on this day December 10, 1830. I often wonder how she would have fared living in today’s society filled with our abundance of social media. Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Youtube. Something tells me our modern day appetite for constant disclosure would have gone against the very grain of this quiet and intensely private soul. One hundred and eighty four years later she’s still an enigma and one of America’s most beloved poets. Happy birthday Emily Dickinson.

A Drop fell on the Apple Tree (794)

Emily Dickinson, 1830 – 1886


A Drop fell on the Apple Tree –
Another – on the Roof –
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves –
And made the Gables laugh –

A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea –
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls –
What Necklaces could be –

The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads –
The Birds jocoser sung –
The Sunshine threw his Hat away –
The Bushes – spangles flung –

The Breezes brought dejected Lutes –
And bathed them in the Glee –
The Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the fête away –