IT ’S like the light,—
A fashionless delight,
It’s like the bee,—
A dateless melody.
It ’s like the woods,
Private like breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.
It ’s like the morning,—
Best when it’s done,—
The everlasting clocks
Chime noon.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
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- Gimmer
- I grew up in Chautauqua County, NY. I graduated from Edinboro University of Pennyslvania in 1981 with a BFA in Jewelry and Metalworking. I have been married 31 years. I currently run a small business with my husband. We both enjoy the outdoors and animals a great deal and live on a tiny farm in Western, NY.
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