poems from dickinson to kate anthon

It cant 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 cant be "Dying"!
It's too Rouge -
The Dead shall go in White -
So Sunet shuts my question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!

thomas johnson's note on poem 221 | index to dickinson/anthon poems

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