As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away —
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy —
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon —
The Dusk drew earlier in —
The Morning foreign shone —
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone —
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.

2 Comments

  1. paul says:

    i found this poem shortly after 9/11 and was pretty amazed. It seemed pertinent to the days events…

  2. Danielle says:

    I just had to present this poem to my english class and anyalize. What I understood from this poem was that Emily is comparing the changing of seasons to the stages and lapsing of grief. As usual, she utilizes her devotion to nature as a way to project her emotions. It starts out somber and gloomy, but at the end there is hope and beauty which reminds me of the transition of night to day or winter to summer.

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