Blossoms will run away, cakes reign but a day, ... SMITH: This is poem 668 by Emily Dickinson. Nature is what we see - the hill, the afternoon, squirrel, eclipse, the bumblebee.

In this poem, Dickinson writes about hope for the future. No matter how bad things may seem, there is always another day, another place, another sky.

The annual poetry Emily Dickinson poetry marathon will be held at The Homestead beginning Friday, an event that is part of an eight-day poetry festival in Amherst. AMHERST - In a joint venture ...

During her lifetime, Emily Dickinson only published 10 of her nearly 1,800 poems. But she certainly thought about publishing more, once even sending a cryptic letter to an Atlantic Monthly writer ...