Tuesday, February 14, 2012

it rises

It rises—passes—on our South
Inscribes a simple Noon—
Cajoles a Moment with the Spires
And infinite is gone—


Rachel Fenton said...

Beautiful. Good to be reminded of Emily's poetry, much in there to contemplate.

Valerianna said...

Good one! I don't read enough Dickinson, should, her house is in the nieghborhood. Think there's a good film out about her now.... thanks for reminding me. And happy valentine's day!