As Imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away
Too imperceptible at last to seem like perfidy.
A Quietness distilled
As twilight long begun
Sequestered Afternoons
The Dusk drew earlier in
The Morning foreign shone
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace
A 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 (1839-1886) Only a few of her poems were poems published during her lifetime. After her death, her sister, Lavinia found Emily's 1800 poems and they were published.( This poem "As Imperceptibly as Grief" was written in 1865 and published in 1891)
Photographs 2019 and 2017 and 2016 Summers
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