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—


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2 comments:

  1. Rachel FentonFebruary 14, 2012 at 5:56 PM

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

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  2. ValeriannaFebruary 14, 2012 at 8:39 PM

    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!

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