A Gust of Cooling Emily Dickinson

 

My early morning felt graced with my feline’s Egyptian profile at my right hand and Emily’s gurgling verse in my left, and — could it be? — a cool breeze o’er all.

So this:

These Fevered Days — to take them to the Forest

 Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl —

And shade is all that devastates the stillness

Seems it sometimes this would be all —  

— Emily Dickinson c. 1878

 

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