BETWEEN MY FINGERS I HELD A JEWEL: Poetry, by Emily Dickinson

16 April 2015 POETRY 750 Views

BETWEEN MY FINGERS I HELD A JEWEL

Between my fingers I held a jewel,

When I slept.

The day was warm,

It was tedious wind

and I said, will last.

I did cry when I wake up

unsuspecting fingers,

the gem was gone.

Now just a memory of amethyst

to me remains.

(Emily Dickinson)