The Day grew small, surrounded tight
By early, stooping Night —
The Afternoon in Evening deep
Its Yellow shortness dropt —
The Winds went out their martial ways
The Leaves obtained excuse —
November hung his Granite Hat
Upon a nail of Plush —
-Emily Dickinson
Gladsome Lights 
What an interesting reversal in the last couplet!
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It always surprises me!
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The days are growing way too short for me!
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Emily certainly has nailed these shortening days in her poem. I love this season. It’s snowing heartily here today with forecasts for it to continue the weekend. A good day for snugging inside with a good book, nice tea, with something warm and hearty for lunch and a few treats as the day progresses.
Wishing you a beautiful day.
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How I have grown to love and appreciate Emily Dickinson’s poems. I also like the photo you chose to accompany this poem.
I hope you have a good Thanksgiving. Blessings!
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“The Winds went out their martial ways … ” Northwest Washington State has felt those “martial Winds” this week as we were hit by a “bomb cyclone”! We rarely get wind from the east, being sheltered by a near 3000′ mountain on the eastern side of Lake Whatcom. But this time the cyclone was fierce, and in some neighborhoods, 100 year old cedars with trunks of 3 to 4 foot diameters, sliced through houses and cars like a sharp knife on warm butter. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured, but the destruction is extensive….and expensive. I am grateful my small house escaped any damage!
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Oh my!!
I’m so glad your house was not included in that destruction, and that you are alive to tell about it.
Psalm 29 comes to mind…!
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I must admit that I find Emily Dickinson’s poems hard to read. They tend to leave me bewildered. I’m glad there are some who appreciate her. She had a such a solitary life.
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