It can't be

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

It can't be "Summer"!
That-got through!
It's early-yet-for "Spring"!
There's that long town of White-to cross-
Before the Blackbirds sing!
It can't be "Dying"!
It's too Rouge-
The Dead shall go in White-
So Sunset shuts my question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!

Last updated June 21, 2015