Saturday, January 19, 2013

A Quietness Distilled

 As imperceptibly as grief
 The summer lapsed away,
 Too imperceptible at last
 To feel 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.


At 3:11 AM, Blogger Mavis said...

Lovely - and a perfect photo to go with it.

At 12:51 PM, Blogger Joan Lennon said...

Thank you, Mavis!

At 6:46 AM, Blogger madwippitt said...

A change from being in the hot seat?

At 8:57 AM, Blogger Maureen said...

This is a wonderful poem: thanks for posting it!

At 12:13 PM, Blogger Joan Lennon said...

Boom-boom, Madwippit!

And well done, Maureen - you DID do the right things!

At 3:49 AM, Blogger Bomman said...

Perfect photo

At 9:35 AM, Blogger Joan Lennon said...

Thank you!


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