Solstice

Photography by Amaya Engleking

“A SOMETHING in a summer’s day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.

A something in a summer’s noon,—
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.

And still within a summer’s night
A something so transporting bright,
I clap my hands to see;

Then veil my too inspecting face,
Lest such a subtle, shimmering grace
Flutter too far for me. ”

– Emily Dickinson

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2 comments

  1. inigo rey · June 21

    Ah! The celestial Emily, who found only a few less-than-stupid publishers (for, what was it, 19 pems out of many hundreds) during her lifetime. Idiots! But what half-blind person can tell what it is that they cannot see? Not me.

    Inigo

  2. Chagall · June 30

    As you said, every line paints the essence of summer, the jewel in the heart of Love at high-noon. —CC

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