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Read the poem: “My Cricket”

by Emily Dickinson

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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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My Cricket

Farther in summer than the birds,

Pathetic from the grass,

A minor nation celebrates

Its unobtrusive mass.

No ordinance is seen,

So gradual the grace,

A pensive custom it becomes,

Enlarging loneliness.

Antiquest felt at noon

When August, burning low,

Calls forth this spectral canticle,

Repose to typify.

Remit as yet no grace,

No furrow on the glow,

Yet a druidic difference

Enhances nature now.


< < < My Country’s Wardrobe
My Rose > > >

American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson

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