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Emily Dickinson - How the old Mountains drip with Sunset

How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
How the Hemlocks burn --
How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder
By the Wizard Sun --

How the old Steeples hand the Scarlet
Till the Ball is full --
Have I the lip of the Flamingo
That I dare to tell?

Then, how the Fire ebbs like Billows --
Touching all the Grass
With a departing -- Sapphire -- feature --
As a Duchess passed --

How a small Dusk crawls on the Village
Till the Houses blot
And the odd Flambeau, no men carry
Glimmer on the Street --

How it is Night -- in Nest and Kennel --
And where was the Wood --
Just a Dome of Abyss is Bowing
Into Solitude --

These are the Visions flitted Guido --
Titian -- never told --
Domenichino dropped his pencil --
Paralyzed, with Gold --

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Poet: Emily Dickinson
Poem: 291. How the old Mountains drip with Sunset
Volume: Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
Year: Published/Written in 1955

Comment 1 of 1, added on July 5th, 2010 at 1:57 PM.

Nature, in this case a sunset, is more beautiful than poets and painters can render.

frumpo from United States

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