Summer’s Armies

POL

Some rainbow coming from the fair!
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I confidently see!
Or else, a peacock’s purple train,
Feather by feather, on the plain
Fritters itself away!

The dreamy butterflies bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year’s sundered tune.

From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In murmuring platoon!

The robins stand as thick to-day
As flakes of snow stood yesterday,
On fence, and roof, and twig.

The orchis binds her feather on
For her old lover, Don the Sun,
Revisiting the bog!

Without commander, countless, still,
The regiment of wood and hill
In bright detachment stand.

Behold! Whose multitudes are these?
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what Circassian land?

First print Nature poem VIII, 8
Johnson poem 64 | Franklin poem 162

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Text arranged thematically into stanzas of three lines, except the introductory six; comma after the phrase or else, to mark a turn in thought; commas for fence, and roof, and twig: omission would not add another or poetic meaning.
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The enclosed piece-by-piece analysis works a criterion to embrace the epsilon, predicate structure, vowel contour, phonemics, person reference in abstract thought, and altogether stylistic coherence. The result supports doubt on fascicle originality. There always is the simple question as well: do we believe Emily Dickinson tried to tell about very exceptional Bees, Ears, or Birds, so peculiar that you write them with capital letters?
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