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Friday, September 30, 2011

The Gentian weaves her fringes

Another poem saying good-bye to summer. I enjoy her voice in this poem - a little playful, a little sad. But is it only summer that she is saying good-bye to? Is she addressing the larger letting go? That is the beauty of poetry - it brings out different feelings, thoughts and ideas for different readers. What does this one say to you?

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The Gentian weaves her fringes -
The Maple's loom is red -
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.

A brief, but patient illness -
An hour to prepare,
And one below this morning
Is where the angels are -
It was a short procession,
The Bobolink was there -
An aged Bee addressed us -
And then we knelt in prayer -
We trust that she was willing -
We ask that we may be.
Summer - Sister - Seraph!
Let us go with thee!

In the name of the Bee -
And of the Butterfly -
And of the Breeze - Amen!
- Emily Dickinson c.1858

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