How to endure the pain of the quickening of the light? I saw the first buds of conkers on the horse chestnut trees in Regent’s Park today and my heart sank.
A Day (I'll Tell You How The Sun Rose) by Emily Dickinson I’ll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time – e Steeples swam in Amethyst – The news, like Squirrels, ran – The Hills untied their Bonnets – The Bobolinks – begun – Then I said softly to myself – ‘That must have been the Sun’! But how he set – I know not – Th seemed a purple stile That little Yellow boys and girls Were climbing all the while – Till when they reached the other side, A Dominie in Gray – Put gently up the evening Bars – And led the flock away –