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Summer Shower
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Emily Dickinson


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A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.

A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!

The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.

The breezes brought dejected lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.


This poem is in the public domain.

 

 



 

Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886) is considered a major American poet, though she was not accorded this honor until well after her death, when her younger sister discovered and began to share the enormous body of work that Emily left behind. A recluse who almost always wore white, Emily was born to a prominent Massachusetts family and spent the bulk of her life inside her home in Amherst. Only seven of her poems were published during her lifetime, and virtually none were published as originally written until the mid 1950s. (Emily’s odd punctuation, capitalization, and formatting did not meet with standard publishing  “approval” for earlier editions.)  There is a whimsical nature to many of her poems, although the subject of death was the most frequent recurring theme.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 


Post New Comment:
Wilda Morris:
Thanks for this! I hadn't remembered about it.
Posted 07/25/2020 10:55 PM
CamilleBalla:
Refreshing to read Emily?s thoughts through her rhythm and rhyming.
Posted 07/25/2020 12:19 PM
paradea:
Finding her genius in poetry today is a little hard to do!!! Love the way she says things!!
Posted 07/24/2020 01:14 PM
barbsteff:
"jocoser": what a word. Such mastery of form and thought.
Posted 07/24/2020 11:35 AM
KevinArnold:
There might be a certain freedom I?m not ?putting it out there,? mighten there be?
Posted 07/24/2020 09:31 AM
michael escoubas:
This is a total delight! One of my favorite Dickinson pieces. Great post.
Posted 07/24/2020 08:43 AM
Sharon Waller Knutson:
I love Emily Dickinson. The metaphor of rain as pearls is exquisite. In dry Arizona, we could use a few pearls.
Posted 07/24/2020 05:13 AM


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