The Red—blaze—is The Morning Poem by Emily Dickinson
The Red—blaze—is The Morning
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The Red—Blaze—is the Morning—
The Violet—is Noon—
The Yellow—Day—is falling—
And after that—is none—
But Miles of Sparks—at Evening—
Reveal the Width that burned—
The Territory Argent—that
Never yet—consumed—
Thursday, January 1, 2004
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4/16/2024 2:25:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The Territory Argent—that Never yet—consumed—....I think Emily must have kept on meditating on poetry...her words say that....wonderful choice of words