Thursday, March 5, 2009

Poetry: A Something in a Summer's Day


A Something in a Summer's Day
-Emily Dickenson

A something in a summer’s Day
As slow her flambeaux burn away
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon —
A depth — an Azure — a perfume —
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright
I clap my hands to see —

Then veil my too inspecting face
Lets such a subtle — shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me —

The wizard fingers never rest —
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes it narrow bed —

Still rears the East her amber Flag —
Guides still the sun along the Crag
His Caravan of Red —

So looking on — the night — the morn
Conclude the wonder gay —
And I meet, coming thro’ the dews
Another summer’s Day!

As you can see from the poem, I'm trying to be positive and upbeat about the sweltering, never-ending, sticky, disgusting, hellish heat of summer.


1 comment:

angie said...

Lllllllove that picture!! Where'd you find it?