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Poetry Friday: The cricket sang by Emily Dickinson

November 23rd, 2012 (08:45 am)
thirsty

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Song: Leverage score music by Joseph LoDuca

The cricket sang,
And set the sun,
And workmen finished, one by one,
Their seam the day upon.

The low grass loaded with the dew,
The twilight stood as strangers do
With hat in hand, polite and new,
To stay as if, or go.

A vastness, as a neighbor, came,-
A wisdom without face or name,
A peace, as hemispheres at home,-
And so the night became.

- Emily Dickinson

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Comments

Posted by: Mary Lee Hahn (Mary Lee Hahn)
Posted at: November 24th, 2012 10:53 am (UTC)

Love the twilight, standing there like a stranger.

Night comes on fast these days, and silently. No more crickets or cicadas. I miss them...

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: November 24th, 2012 04:06 pm (UTC)

Thanks for commenting!

Posted by: Laura Purdie Salas (Laura Purdie Salas)
Posted at: November 25th, 2012 01:55 am (UTC)

I don't think I've read this one before. I really love the image of twilight there with its hat in its hand. Captures that uncertainty of twilight perfectly. Thanks for sharing this!

Posted by: Little Willow (slayground)
Posted at: November 25th, 2012 02:29 am (UTC)

It's pretty, isn't it? Thanks for commenting!

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