A light exists in spring
Not present on the year
At any other period.
When March is scarcely here
A color stands abroad
On solitary hills
That science cannot overtake,
But human naturefeels.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the furthest tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
Then, as horizons step,
Or noons report away,
Without the formula of sound,
It passes, and we stay:
A quality of loss
Affecting our content,
As trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a sacrament.
........a wonderful poem....and spring is a great theme...enjoyed...
What a lucid expression of Spring... I guess Emily Dickinson mixed nature with faith so that all Creatures were alive in her pen.
TOP Marks Full for this gorgeous poem, masterfully ended, only Emily can do like this. None other. To MyFavourites. CONGRATS to the family of the late great poetess being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day.
The poem explores the limits of human perception, the conflict between scientific explanation and intuition, and the frustrating gap between moments of intense spirituality and humdrum everyday life.
A quality of loss Affecting our content, As trade had suddenly encroached Upon a sacrament......... outstanding concept. A beautiful poem having nice theme. Full stars.
Very outstanding so brilliantly expressed about nature by the greatest poetess of all time 10++++++
A fascinating landscape or a series of those lovely portrayals. It is the greed of man that takes away the sheen out the nature's bounties, Thanks.
.........light is magical....wonderful poem...