- These are the days when birds come back
These are the days when Birds come back —
A very few — a Bird or two —
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies resume
The old — old sophistries of June —
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh fraud that cannot cheat the Bee —
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief.
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear —
And softly thro’ the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf.
Oh Sacrament of summer days,
Oh Last Communion in the Haze —
Permit a child to join.
Thy sacred emblems to partake —
They consecrated bread to take
And thine immortal wine!
2. Wild nights
Wild nights! — Wild nights!
Were I with thee,
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile — the [Wind]1 —
To a heart in port, —
Done with the Compass, —
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden —
Ah! the Sea!
Might I but moor — Tonight —
In thee!
3. Heart, we will forget him
Heart, we will forget him
You and I, tonight.
You may forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done, pray tell me,
That I [my thoughts may dim]1;
Haste! lest while you’re lagging,
I may remember him!
4. The wind tapped like a tired man
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, “Come in,”
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within
A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as impossible as hand
A sofa to the air.
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of numerous humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
His countenance a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.
He visited, still flitting;
Then, like a timid man,
Again he tapped – ’t was flurriedly –
And I became alone.
5. To make a prairie it takes a clover
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, –
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
Muziek: Rudolph Escher
Tekst: Emily Dickinson.
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