A Day

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.

First print Nature XXII, 22
Johnson 318 | Franklin 204

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■→Poems, first print by Higginson and Todd, page 94;
Dash alone for thematic development, dash and comma for premise and consequent, cf. ■→Notes for The Outlet; fascicle exclamations for ribbons and squirrels as tokens of lively enthusiasm.

Analysis,
■→Notes for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
Poems one-by-one print and fascicle comparison,
■→Resource for Emily Dickinson’s poetry;
■→Google Drive, manuscript fascicles.


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The world may never have seen her original handwriting, if her skill was taken for supernatural. Feel welcome to Poems by Emily Dickinson prepared for print by Teresa Pelka: thematic stanzas, notes on the Greek and Latin inspiration, the correlative with Webster 1828, and the Aristotelian motif, Things perpetual — these are not in time, but in eternity.

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