As imperceptibly as grief
The summer lapsed away —
Too imperceptible, at last,
To seem like perfidy.

A quietness distilled,
As twilight long begun,
Or Nature, spending with herself
Sequestered afternoon.

The dusk drew earlier in,
The morning foreign shone —
A courteous, yet harrowing grace,
As guest who would be gone.

And thus, without a wing,
Or service of a keel,
Our summer made her light escape
Into the beautiful.

–Emily Dickinson

Aaron Haspel | Posted August 4, 2002 @ 10:53 AM | General

1 Response to “Poetry Corner”

  1. 1 1. Casey Fahy

    Always like this Dickinson poem. Keep ’em coming.

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