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Emily Dickinson

'Twas later when the summer went

'Twas later when the summer went Than when the Cricket came -- And yet we knew that gentle Clock Meant nought but Going Home -- 'Twas sooner when the Cricket went Than when the Winter came Yet that pathetic Pendulum Keeps esoteric Time.

Emily Dickinson

I tend my flowers for thee

I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams -- Geraniums -- tint -- and spot -- Low Daisies -- dot -- My Cactus -- splits her Beard To show her throat -- Carnations -- tip their spice -- And Bees -- pick up -- A Hyacinth -- I hid -- Puts out a Ruffled Head -- And odors fall From flasks -- so small -- You marvel how they held -- Globe Roses -- break their satin glake --

Emily Dickinson

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

Declaiming Waters none may dread --

Declaiming Waters none may dread -- But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature -- they are full --

Emily Dickinson

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung --

The Trees like Tassels -- hit -- and swung -- There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun -- Far Psalteries of Summer -- Enamoring the Ear They never yet did satisfy -- Remotest -- when most fair The Sun shone whole at intervals -- Then Half -- then utter hid -- As if Himself were optional And had Estates of Cloud Sufficient to enfold Him Eternally from view -- Except it were a whim of His To let the Orchards grow --

Emily Dickinson

Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling

Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling -- Sometimes -- scalps a Tree -- Her Green People recollect it When they do not die -- Fainter Leaves -- to Further Seasons -- Dumbly testify -- We -- who have the Souls -- Die oftener -- Not so vitally --

Emily Dickinson

All but Death, can be Adjusted --

All but Death, can be Adjusted -- Dynasties repaired -- Systems -- settled in their Sockets -- Citadels -- dissolved -- Wastes of Lives -- resown with Colors By Succeeding Springs -- Death -- unto itself -- Exception -- Is exempt from Change --

Emily Dickinson

The Leaves like Women interchange

The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence -- Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference. The Parties in both cases Enjoining secrecy -- Inviolable compact To notoriety.

Emily Dickinson

I have a Bird in spring

I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing -- The spring decoys. And as the summer nears -- And as the Rose appears, Robin is gone. Yet do I not repine Knowing that Bird of mine Though flown -- Learneth beyond the sea Melody new for me And will return. Fast is a safer hand Held in a truer Land Are mine -- And though they now depart,

Emily Dickinson

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights

Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World -- Generic as a Quarry And hearty -- as a Rose -- Invited with Asperity But welcome when he goes.

Emily Dickinson

Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower

Bloom -- is Result -- to meet a Flower And casually glance Would scarcely cause one to suspect The minor Circumstance Assisting in the Bright Affair So intricately done Then offered as a Butterfly To the Meridian -- To pack the Bud -- oppose the Worm -- Obtain its right of Dew -- Adjust the Heat -- elude the Wind -- Escape the prowling Bee Great Nature not to disappoint Awaiting Her that Day -- To be a Flower, is profound Responsibility --

Emily Dickinson

The Sun is gay or stark

The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier -- If eager for the Dead Or an expended Day He helped to make too bright His mighty pleasure suits Us not It magnifies our Freight

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