Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

As Imperceptibly As Grief - Poem by Emily Dickinson


As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away—
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy—
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun,
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon—
The Dusk drew earlier in—
The Morning foreign shone—
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone—
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.

Comments about As Imperceptibly As Grief by Emily Dickinson

  • Amar Agarwala (4/10/2016 8:44:00 PM)

    Emily Dickinson as always... writes such beautiful verses, that it takes your breath away. (Report) Reply

    (3/27/2018 6:11:00 AM)

    This is more than a poem for me, this is a true representation of the plight of humanity. My heart is sown into this story of grief, making it stronger before. Truly confounding.

    (3/27/2018 6:06:00 AM)

    I definitely agree, her work is truly mind-blowingly beautiful. It really is an imprint of modern society and speaks to on a molecular level

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  • (5/6/2014 7:51:00 AM)

    The summer lapsed away Yes, summer passes way to fast. (Report) Reply

    (3/27/2018 6:12:00 AM)

    Kill yourself

  • (8/15/2009 10:48:00 AM)

    This poem, in my view, is one of her 4 or 5 best - along with 'There's a certain Slant of Light', 'A Light Exists in Spring', ' I Started Early', 'Because I Could Not Stop For Death'. A masterpiece of concision. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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