Sep 28, 2007

The summer lapsed away

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, that would be gone-

And thus, without a Wing

Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.

Emily Dickinson


runnerfrog said...

Oh, great Dickinson. Gorgeous shot, is that picture yours?

Christina said...

Thank you! Yes, the photo is one of mine - sunset seemed apropos to the Beautiful.