November 2011
48 posts
dailylitemilydickinson:
XLV. Before the ice is in the pools, Before the skaters go, Or any cheek at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow, Before the fields have finished, Before the Christmas tree, Wonder upon wonder Will arrive to me! What we touch the hems of On a summer’s day; What is only walking Just a bridge away; That which sings so, speaks so, When there’s no one here, — Will the...
