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Poetry Friday: Farther in summer than the birds by Emily Dickinson

June 8th, 2012 (08:01 am)
thirsty

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Song: The Ladder by Andrew Belle

Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive mass.

No ordinance is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.

Antiquest felt at noon
When August, burning low,
Calls forth this spectral canticle,
Repose to typify.

Remit as yet no grace,
No furrow on the glow,
Yet a druidic difference
Enhances nature now.

- Emily Dickinson

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Posted by: Renee LaTulippe (ReneeMLaTulippe)
Posted at: June 8th, 2012 04:22 pm (UTC)

I've never read this particular poem - such imagery! Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: June 8th, 2012 04:31 pm (UTC)

Thanks for reading!

Posted by: mlyearofreading (mlyearofreading)
Posted at: June 10th, 2012 01:53 am (UTC)

I heard the first locust today...summer.

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: June 10th, 2012 03:26 am (UTC)

The sounds of summer!

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