Summer laid her simple Hat
Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf -- Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself.
Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer -- Wheresoe'er, or was she -- The demand of Awe?
Emily Dickinson
Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf -- Unobserved -- a Ribbon slipt, Snatch it for yourself.
Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer -- Wheresoe'er, or was she -- The demand of Awe?
Dickinson turns summer into a visitor who slips away without ceremony, leaving behind only the lightest traces. A hat on an endless shelf, a glove tucked in a woodland drawer — these are delicate, half-imagined objects, as if the season has briefly paused before vanishing.
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