... although this quotation sounds terribly sad:"As imperceptibly as grief
the summer lapsed away."
It's just so ... so ... so Emily. So perfect.
Here's the whole thing:
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
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9 comments:
Great poem Karen, happy Friday!
Just as summer seems to finally have made it's way to my Northern neck of the woods (actually there's no woods), it's almost over. Great poem.
Oh, I needed some Emily today. I especially love:
"A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—"
Thanks for this.
Too odd, but we both picked Emily today-- I see your sadness, and raise you "'Hope' is the Thing with Feathers."
Hope? I fold. :-)
Oh my goodness! I was so surprised when you commented on my page this morning! I've been reading your site (without commenting) for months!
And that's one of my favorite gloomy poems - great choice!
Beck! I *love* your blog! I didn't know you read mine, though. :-)
Now, get well soon, and thanks for coming out of lurkdom.
Ok, who else is hiding out there?
I love the image of 'a light escape.' How can we be sad about that? Escaping into the beautiful. I hope your weekend is also an escape into that.
You did not make me sad.
I stumbled across your site after typing in "poetry" in the Catholic search engine - and found your Poetry Fridays. Thank you!
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