Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SUMMER, by EMILY DICKINSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: These are the days when birds come back Last Line: Taste thine immortal wine! Subject(s): Indian Summer | ||||||||
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 put on 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 through 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, Thy consecrated bread to break, Taste thine immortal wine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LATE INDIAN SUMMER by AUGUST KLEINZAHLER INDIAN SUMMER by SARA TEASDALE ECHO AND SILENCE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES INDIAN SUMMER (2) by JOHN BANISTER TABB FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE INDIAN SUMMER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD INDIAN SUMMER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN |
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