Gathering up the last remnants of summer, burying my nose in all that happened, and finally releasing the scent into the coming autumn with arms opened wide.
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| Lillian and Dorothy Gish |
Because, dear sister, I already feel somewhat lost without you,
but I know that this too is a season which is to be appreciated before it has passed.
but I know that this too is a season which is to be appreciated before it has passed.
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their — low Brows —
Or Bees — that thought the Summer's name
Some rumor of Delirium,
No Summer — could — for Them —
Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred —
By Tropic Hint — some Travelled Bird
Imported to the Wood —
Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear —
Making that homely, and severe,
Contented, known, before —
The Heaven — unexpected come,
To Lives that thought the Worshipping
A too presumptuous Psalm —
Emily Dickinson
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their — low Brows —
Or Bees — that thought the Summer's name
Some rumor of Delirium,
No Summer — could — for Them —
Or Arctic Creatures, dimly stirred —
By Tropic Hint — some Travelled Bird
Imported to the Wood —
Or Wind's bright signal to the Ear —
Making that homely, and severe,
Contented, known, before —
The Heaven — unexpected come,
To Lives that thought the Worshipping
A too presumptuous Psalm —
Emily Dickinson
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All photos This Fabulous Century Vol. II 1910-1920, Time-Life Books, 1969
i really adore these old school photos.
ReplyDeletethey're so beautiful and perfectly captured x
arent those gish sisters angels!
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