10.17.2010

are you lost?

this guy got lost. i helped him find his way outside. then i thought about a poem i have always loved.
thought you might like it too.

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 who 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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