It can't be "Summer"!

It can't be "Summer"!
That -- got through!
It's early -- yet -- for "Spring"!
There's that long town of White -- to cross --
Before the Blackbirds sing!
It can't be "Dying"!
It's too Rouge --
The Dead shall go in White --
So Sunset shuts my question down
With Cuffs of Chrysolite!

About Emily Dickinson

American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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