Morning – is the place for Dew –

Morning – is the place for Dew – 


Morning – is the place for Dew – 


Corn – is made at Noon – 


After dinner light – for flowers – 


Dukes – for setting sun!

Emily Dickinson

Nature takes advantage of times; morning, midday, afternoon, evening.

Morning is good for dew drops– 


Midday is good for corn growth – 


Flowers bloom in the afternoon – 


Eagle owls inform us of the evening!

*After dinner: afternoon (dinner was eaten at noon in her time)

*duke: eagle owl

I have a Bird in spring

I have a Bird in spring 
Which for myself doth sing – 
The spring decoys. 
And as the summer nears – 
And as the Rose appears, 
Robin is gone.

Yet do I not repine 
Knowing that Bird of mine 
Though flown – 
Leaneth beyond the sea 
Melody new for me 
And will return.

Fast is a safer hand 
Held in a truer Land 
Are mine – 
And though they now depart, 
Tell I my doubting heart 
They’re thine.

In a serener Bright, 
In a more golden light 
I see 
Each little doubt and fear, 
Each little discord here 
Removed.

Emily’s friend Susan was engaged with her brother Austin. The couple planned to start their lives in an urban city. Emily was upset with the news. The couple was persuaded to stay in Amherst. Emily felt relieved and sent a letter with this poem. Susan is compared to a Robin.

In spring I have a Bird 
Which sings for me
And enchants the spring. 
And as the summer nears
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.

Yet I do not fret,
Though flown,
My Bird learns new melody for me
Beyond the sea
And will return.

A safe hand is firm
In a true Land -
Held melodies are mine
And though they now depart, 
I tell my doubting heart 
They’re yours.

In a serener Bright, 
In a more golden light 
I see 
Each little doubt and fear, 
Each little discord here 
Is removed.

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Morning is due to all —

Morning is due to all —
To some — the Night —
To an imperial few —
The Auroral light.

A few people are allowed to appreciate the Aurora.

Morning is due to all —
Night is due to some —
The Aurora Is due
To an imperial few —

The Color of a Queen, is this ―

The Color of a Queen, is this ―
The Color of a Sun
At setting ― this and Amber ―
Beryl ― and this, at Noon ―

And when at night ― Auroran widths
Fling suddenly on men ―
‘Tis this ― and Witchcraft ― nature keeps
A Rank ― for Iodine ―

There is a Rank from natural Purple (Queen) to synthetic Iodine (witchcraft).

This is the Color of a Queen ―
The color of a Sun setting ―
Further Amber ―
And Beryl ― the color at Noon―

And at Dawn Auroran curtains
Widely spread on men ―
And Witchcraft―nature keeps
A Rank for Iodine.

Aurora is the effort

Aurora is the effort
Of the Celestial Face
Unconsciousness of Perfectness
To simulate, to Us.

Aurora makes efforts to be unconscious of her Beauty.

Aurora is the effort
Of the Ethereal Expression
To show unconsciously
Her Perfect Beauty.

OF Bronze–and Blaze–

OF Bronze–and Blaze–

The North–Tonight–

So adequate–it forms–

So preconcerted with itself–

So distant–it alarms–

An Unconcern so sovereign

To Universe, or me–

Infects my simple spirit

With Taints of Majesty–

Till I take vaster attitudes–

And strut upon my stem–

Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,

For Arrogance of them―

My Splendors, are Menagerie–

But their Unrivaled Show

Will entertain the Centuries

When I am, long ago,

An Island in dishonored Grass–

Whom none but Beetles–know.

Emily takes a breath by the overwhelmingly cool beauty of the Aurora.

Tonight, the North

Of Bronze and Blaze

Forms so adequate,

And established with itself,

It alarms so distant

So sovereign indifference

To Universe, or me

And infects my simple spirit

With spot of Majesty

Till I take vaster attitudes

And stand upon my stem

Disdaining Men, and Oxygen,

For Arrogance of them―

My Splendors, are varieties–

But their Unmatched Show

Will entertain the Centuries

When I am just an Island

In abandoned Grass

That only Beetles know.

Nature－sometimes sears a Sapling－

Nature－sometimes sears a Sapling－
Sometimes－scalps a Tree－
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die－

Fainter Leaves－to Further Seasons－
Dumbly testify－
We－who have the Souls－
Die oftener－Not so vitally－

Nature’s robust plants recover soon, because they don’t have souls unlike us.

Nature sometimes scorches a young tree－
Sometimes makes it bald－
Her Green Plants recollect it
When they survive the drought－

Fainter Leaves silently testify
To Further Seasons－
We, who have the souls,
Not so vitally die oftener－