Poetry Month Day 3

I don’t know if you can tell by now, but I love poetry. I’m not too great at writing it, but I love reading it. One of my favorite poets is Emily Dickinson, and the poem I chose for today is special to me. I currently live on campus and my girlfriend lives back home; the separation has been horrible and I miss her more each day. I send her letters every once in a while, and I almost always include this poem. So, here we go.

If you were coming in the fall, by Emily Dickinson

If you were coming in the fall, 
I’d brush the summer by 
With half a smile and half a spurn, 
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year, 
I’d wind the months in balls, 
And put them each in separate drawers, 
Until their time befalls.

If only centuries delayed, 
I’d count them on my hand, 
Subtracting till my fingers dropped 
Into Van Diemens land.

If certain, when this life was out, 
That yours and mine should be, 
I’d toss it yonder like a rind, 
And taste eternity.

But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing, 
It goads me, like the goblin bee, 
That will not state its sting.


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