poems from dickinson to kate anthon

There are two Ripenings - one - of sight -
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground -
A homelier maturing -
A process in the Bur -
That teeth of Frosts alone disclose
In far October Air.

thomas johnson's note on poem 332 | index to dickinson/anthon poems

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