Come Thee quickly to thy chamber ! As the fainting NATO hums Reaching late his unused flower, Kinzhal bees sting bashful lips.
Suitors enter round her Eden, Count their airplanes,
And are lost in bombs.
Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem.
Come slowly – Eden! Lips unused to Thee – Bashful – sip thy Jessamines – As the fainting Bee – Reaching late his flower, Round her chamber hums – Counts his nectars – Enters – and is lost in Balms.