As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
“The Summer” than “the Autumn,” lest
We turn the sun away,
And almost count it an Affront
The presence to concede
Of one however lovely, not
The one that we have loved —
So we evade the charge of Years
On one attempting shy
The Circumvention of the Shaft
Of Life’s Declivity.
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I cant believe that noone else has posted something about this poem yet!!?
This is a wonderful poem when the saying ‘its quality not quantity’ comes to justice.
Emily Dickinson, is a wonderfully creative poet, and it certainly does not decrease with this poem!
Read it again, and again, and the words really come to life. Excellent! can someone tell me why no one else has managed to write a comment on this brilliant poem?