Emily Dickinson Quotes About Summer

Quotes about: Summer

• How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Nature, Tree

  Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.334, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

• I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still... I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

  Emily Dickinson

  Love, Romantic, Summer

  Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.201, Harvard University Press

• A soft Sea washed around the House A Sea of Summer Air And rose and fell the magic Planks That sailed without a care — For Captain was the Butterfly For Helmsman was the Bee And an entire universe For the delighted crew.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Butterfly, Air

  Emily Dickinson, Frances Schoonmaker Bolin (1994). “Emily Dickinson”, p.36, Sterling Publishing Company, Inc.

• The last of Summer is Delight -
  Deterred by Retrospect.
  'Tis Ecstasy's revealed Review -
  Enchantment's Syndicate.
  
  To meet it - nameless as it is -
  Without celestial Mail -
  Audacious as without a Knock
  To walk within the Veil.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Enchantment, Delight

  Emily Dickinson, “The Last Of Summer Is Delight”

• Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So gradual the Grace A pensive Custom it becomes Enlarging Loneliness. Antiquest felt at Noon When August burning low Arise this spectral Canticle Repose to typify Remit as yet no Grace No Furrow on the Glow Yet a Druidic Difference Enhances Nature now.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Loneliness, Differences

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.1346, Delphi Classics

• I have a Bird in spring
  Which for myself doth sing -
  The spring decoys.
  And as the summer nears -
  And as the Rose appears,
  Robin is gone.
  Yet do I not repine
  Knowing that Bird of mine
  Though flown -
  Learneth beyond the sea
  Melody new for me
  And will return.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Spring, Sea

  Emily Dickinson (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Emily Dickinson (Illustrated)”, p.244, Delphi Classics

• The Pleading of the Summer - That other Prank - of Snow - That Cushions Mystery with Tulle, For fear the Squirrels - know.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Squirrels, Snow

  Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.310, Harvard University Press

• As Summer into Autumn slips
  And yet we sooner say
  "The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
  We turn the sun away,
  
  And almost count it an Affront
  The presence to concede
  Of one however lovely, not
  The one that we have loved -
  
  So we evade the charge of Years
  On one attempting shy
  The Circumvention of the Shaft
  Of Life's Declivity.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Autumn, Years

  Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.285, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

• Two Seasons, it is said, exist-
  The Summer of the Just,
  And this of Ours, diversified
  With Prospect, and with Frost-
  
  May not our Second with its First
  So infinite compare
  That We but recollect the one
  The other to prefer?

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, June, Two

  Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.767, Harvard University Press

• Answer July-
  Where is the Bee-
  Where is the Blush-
  Where is the Hay?
  
  Ah, said July-
  Where is the Seed-
  Where is the Bud-
  Where is the May-
  Answer Thee-Me-

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, July, Bud

  Emily Dickinson (2016). “Emily Dickinson”, p.13, Moondance Press

• There is a Zone whose even Years
  No Solstice interrupt -
  Whose Sun constructs perpetual Noon
  Whose perfect Seasons wait -
  Whose Summer set in Summer, till
  The Centuries of June
  And Centuries of August cease
  And Consciousness - is Noon.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Years, June

  Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1999). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.421, Harvard University Press

• Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter comes again, And who will call the wild-briar fair? Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now, And deck thee with holly's sheen, That, when December blights thy brow, He still may leave thy garland green.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Sweet, Spring

• Inebriate of air am I, And debauchee of dew, Reeling, through endless summer days, From inns of molten blue.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Air, Blue

  "I taste a liquor never brewed" l. 5 (ca. 1861)

• To see the Summer Sky Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie— True Poems flee—

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Nature, Lying

  Emily Dickinson, Ralph William Franklin (1998). “The Poems of Emily Dickinson”, p.1309, Harvard University Press

• How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Doors

  Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi (1971). “The Life and Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.327, Biblo & Tannen Publishers

• Drunkards of summer are quite as frequent as Drunkards of wine.

  Emily Dickinson

  Summer, Wine, Drunkards

  Emily Dickinson, Thomas Herbert Johnson, Theodora Ward (1986). “The Letters of Emily Dickinson”, p.784, Harvard University Press

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