I’ll tell you how the sun rose, -
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!"
But how he set, I know not.
There seemed a purple stile.
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while
Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
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This is truly epic. Has such depth of joy and sorrow. I love it so. Very very moving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such incredible imagery. But I believe it to be a lighthearted, childlike poem (seeing the world through a child's eyes but being able to articulate in fashion, sort of stepping into a child's world with an brain.) She is one of the best poets ever next to Robert Frost (in my mind) . From what I know of her she was very shy and reclusive, never married. She could not handle being around people. Her sister did a great salute to the world by publishing her poems posthumously.