Emily

[osprey_archer]

I like Emily Dickinson. She rewards both swift reading and long pondering, and she's written a poem for every permutation of mood and occasion.

Dawn

When the night is almost done
and sunrise grows so near
that we can touch the spaces,
it's time to smooth the hair

and get the dimples ready,
and wonder we could care
for that old faded midnight
that frightened but an hour.

I've known nights like that - sometimes even electric lights won't chase them away. But what are these spaces we can touch?

Comments

[entwashian.livejournal.com]

If you cannot stop for him, he kindly stops for you!