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Three by Dickinson

Poems by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson.


As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
We turn the sun away,

And almost count it an Affront
The presence to concede
Of one however lovely, not
The one that we have loved

So we evade the charge of Years
On one attempting shy
The Circumvention of the Shaft
Of Life's Declivity.



There are two Ripenings one of sight
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground
A homelier maturing
A process in the Bur
That teeth of Frosts alone disclose
In far October Air.



Besides the Autumn poets sing
A few prosaic days
A little this side of the snow
And that side of the Haze

A few incisive Mornings
A few Ascetic Eves
Gone Mr. Bryant's "Golden Rod"
And Mr. Thomson's "sheaves."

Still, is the bustle in the Brook
Sealed are the spicy valves
Mesmeric fingers softly touch
The Eyes of many Elves

Perhaps a squirrel may remain
My sentiments to share
Grant me, Oh Lord, a sunny mind
Thy windy will to bear!


The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (1960), ed. Thomas H. Johnson, pp. 582, 157, 61f.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Sun. 10/03/04 04:59:23 PM
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